He squats down with an elastic band in his hand, then straps an end around each ankle. I look down at him as he does so and an image of all the wonderful things he could be doing down there flashes through my mind. He interrupts my thoughts once more by instructing me to move my foot out to the side more. I do so, but apparently it wasn’t enough.
“Like this,” he says, trailing his hand down my smooth legs from my knee to my foot, shoving it over. I grow moist at his touch.
Unaware of the affect he’s having on me, he stands up, faces me and begins to squat and move side to side towards the other end of the room.
