Alone

We were alone which was such a relief to me, however, who knows what this mammoth woman might do. “How about we hit some bags to start off with?” Torres asked soon after we entered the room. I nervously nodded as we went over to a corner of the weight room where there were punching bags. The room was a little chilly, which sent a shiver up my spine.

Torres grabbed a sizable kicking bag and positioned it on her a little low. "We're gonna start with low kicks. Lemme see what ya got!" Torres said. I got in a typical kicking stance with my legs spread shoulder-width apart and started kicking with my toes curled back. With every kick, my ass jiggled, which probably would make for some great footage if the other students were here.

“No-no-no. Your stance is all wrong, Avery.” Torres put down the pads and stood in front of me as she demonstrated I needed to squat down. I was still quite nervous being around her utterly naked and not knowing the full motive for her madness. She then moved around the back and contorted my legs, reaching between the back of my thighs close to my naked buttocks to position my legs. Her hands grazed my balls when she did that which she probably didn’t mind or didn’t care. At this point, I was just a hostage.

She then went back to the bag as we continued low kicks on both legs. I started to sweat again, I couldn’t believe how out of shape I was when it came to cardio. I still had some sand on me from the volleyball court. But suddenly we heard commotion at the entrance to the weight room.