I listened patiently but didn’t understand half of what she talked about. She enjoyed the physical challenge but was even more intrigued by the spir...itual aspects of yoga and yogic philosophy. It sounded like claptrap to me, but I’ve never been known for my free thinking. To top it off, so she told me, the instructor was this gorgeous hunk of a Frenchman, named Marcel.Friday morning, over breakfast, she brought him up again. That was unusual, and I started getting a slight twinge in my gut.. She said, “ Oh daddy, I helped K do this, but it was much harder. You’re in pajamas. I got his pants open and we both tried to get his cock out, but it wouldn’t work.”She said, “We had to stop, he had to pull his hand out, he asked me to take my panties off, but I said no. He pulled his cock out and oh daddy it is so big and so dark. I never knew a human can have a cock that big. Well when it was out K wanted me to straddle his lap. I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn’t do that.”Then she. The doctor continued pulling and playing with her hard nipple as he asked her 'is that ok, did the pre-stimulation of your breasts work, is the pain gone?', looking into her smouldering blue eyes as his fingers continued to play with her left nipple. By now Debbie's breathing had become noticeably altered as her chest heaved in and out as she answered 'yes that's good'. Surely the doctor could tell she was turned on, Debbie thought as she looked down to see him change positions."I'm just going. The gag hurt my mouth, it stretched the skin of mylips and made my jaw ache. There was nothing I could do though but put up withthe implementation of my torture.Although the gag was making my mouth ache and my lipssting it did however muffle my screams and moans, both good and bad. Mostlymore good though as, as soon as he had the gag inside my mouth he let up alittle on the hard play and concentrated mainly on the pleasing almost to thepoint of no return. It felt like hours as he played with.