yoga

Damon headed for the attendance office. Mrs. Fitzgerald, the attendance lady, was a 40 year old who wasn't bad looking, but had too much middle-age ass spread and was a bit dumpy. Damon walked in.

"Give me an excused check out note."

Mrs. Fitzgerald reached for the slip and started writing. "What is this for?" she asked.

"It's excused. You don't need to worry about it. What you do need to worry about is your health."

Mrs. Fitzgerald jerked her head up and looked worried. "Why?"

"Well, you really need to eat healthy and work out. You especially need to do all you can to tone up your ass and thighs, and slim down your waist. Work with a personal trainer and say those are you goals. If you slim down and tone up, the boys at the school will lust after you, and that's what you want."

She blushed and looked down. She handed him the slip. She was speechless.

"You appreciate my honesty."

"Yes, I do," she said looking down at her body.

"Tell me where Matt Tyler is right now."

Mrs. Fitzgerald looked up Matt's schedule on her computer and told Damon what class to find him in. Damon headed for Matt's class. Matt was one of the richest boys in school and drove a BMW coupe. Damon found Matt and told Matt to let him borrow his car, which of course, Matt agreed to.

Damon left school and drove around enjoying his ride. At a red light he noticed a hot. petite woman heading into a fitness club with a gym bag and yoga mat. She was in her mid-twenties with a great, firm ass in a pair of black work out pants that fit tightly around her ass and thighs. Even wearing a sports bra and t-shirt, he could tell she had nice breasts, probably C-cups. He wavy auburn hair was held in a pony tail. When the light changed, Damon pulled into the fitness club parking lot.

He went inside and used his new power of persuasion to get past the receptionist who checked ID's. He watched the petite hottie come out of the woman's dressing room with her yoga mat, towel, and a bottle of water, and hurridly head upstairs to the class rooms. Damon followed. He noticed her enter a room that had a schedule of classes for that room. The class that had just started was "Yoga for fitness."

Damon entered. Relaxing flute music played, and the lights were dimmed. There were eight women ranging in age from mid-twenties to mid-forties and a male instructor. The instructor looked up at Damon who was in jeans and t-shirt. "May I help you?"

"Yes," said Damon in a loud confident voice. "I am the new expert Yoga instructor. I am the greatest Yoga instructor in the country. You all have been expecting me. Now you," said Damon pointing to the instructor, "stand outside the door, block the window and make sure we are not disturbed. Do not look in as my techniques are secret."

"Yes, sir!" said the man who left.

"Ladies, don't worry about the way I am dressed," said Damon heading to the front of the class. "You trust me completely. You will do whatever I say without question, and you WILL enjoy this class and everything I tell you to do. Now get into two rows of four."

Damon watched the wome do as they were told. He was glad all of them were at least of average looks and in relatively good shape. Most were dressed similarly to the petite hottie he had followed in. Two wore shorts over bicycle shorts.

"OK, class, to start with, let's get more comfortable. Strip down to you underwear, but do it slow and sexy."

Damon watched the women. Though a bit confused and embarassed, they did as they were told and as sexy as they could stripped down to their sports bras and panties, though two were wearing bicycle shorts for panties."

"Good, now to relax, the women in the front row turn around." The women did so. "Now make out with the woman your facing and squeezer her ass."

The women paired up and started making out while squeezing each other's asses.

"Good, keep going. This turns you on." He watched the women kiss with more passion.

"Now take turns stripping each other. This will also get you aroused."

The women took turns stripping each other until everyone but Damon was naked. The women blushed, and most covered themselves as best they could.

"OK, back row women on your backs and spread your legs." Damon waited until the four women in the back lay down. "Good, now front row women lower your pussies over your partner's face while you bury your face in her pussy. Now eat out your partner and do you best to driver her to orgasm. This really turns you on and gets you horny."

Soon the women were in full 69 mode. While Damon watched, he had a brain storm. "After class, you will exchange numbers with your partner. Once a week you will secretly get with her and have passionate lesbian sex for an hour. If you are married or have a boyfriend, you will not tell him but since you are cheating on him, you owe it to him to fulfill his every sexual fantasy and never refuse him sex. You can at least suck his cock if you are on the rag." Damon said in a loud tone to insure the passionately engage women could hear him.

Damon was now very aroused himself.