I left yoga feeling both refreshed and anxious. Yoga always centers me and makes me slow down. But, I'm anxious because I know that Mr. Old- School is in town. He texted me last night and told me exactly how I should spend my Saturday. First, he told me what to wear. I wore my black yoga pants, black sports bra, and white summer sandals per his command. He ordered me to attend a yoga class at a club downtown, close to his hotel. Unfortunately, the class was a backbend intensive class. It was a challenging class. We worked on backbends and "Halasana," or plow pose. The plow pose is supposed to be relaxing. To do it, you lay on your back and slowly raise your hips until your back is perpendicular to the floor with your head and eyes looking up. Then, with your legs extended, you move them over your head until your toes touch the floor. Your back remains perpendicular to the floor. As I exited the class, the yoga teacher handed me a box with a bow. In it, I found a long, pink and white scarf. There was also a note that read, "Do not shower or wash. I want you as you are. The doorman will lead you to the private elevator. In the elevator, I want you to finger yourself. I expect you to be wet when you enter the door." For a minute, I thought, "What in the hell am I doing?" Then I remembered how I felt with him. He was amazing. I did as he ordered. The doorman led me to the private elevator. I looked at him and wondered if he knew that I would start masturbating as soon as the doors closed. The thought of that made me even hotter. The idea of Mr. Old-School watching me masturbate turned me on even more. When the doors closed, I lifted my sports bra over my breasts. I licked my finger and circled each nipple, making them stand straight up. I was passing floor five when I pulled down my yoga pants. Once again, I licked my finger and started rubbing my clit. I was passing floor nine when I inserted my finger into my vagina and started finger-fucking myself. Finally, on floor 17, I pulled out my finger and sucked it, licking off all of my juices. The doors opened on floor 19. I straightened my clothes and picked up my yoga mat, bag, and the box. Mr. Old-School opened the door as I stepped off the elevator. He was wearing a white button-down and jeans. I've never seen him look so casual. He embraced me, pulled on my ponytail to tilt my chip up, and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He was already hard. He ordered me to drop my belongings onto the table. Then, he removed the scarf from the box and tied my wrists. He pulled me into the master bedroom. He ordered me to lay down and, he untied my wrists. He then tied my ankles together and started tickling me. When I began to squirm too much, he rolled me over on my front and hog-tied me. The tickling got intense, fast. It was so intense that I almost passed out. Mr. Old-School untied me and ordered me to undress. "I want you to show me what you learned in class. Specifically, Halasana." I hesitated. I can do plow pose, but naked? "I said show me Halasana." I did what he told me to do. Mr. Old-School watched me for what seemed like an eternity. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He placed it on the bed. Then, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Finally, he started to massage himself. "I want you to spread your legs as far apart as you can." I complied. He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his boxers. He was facing me. He crouched down and entered me. He thrusts into me several times and then stops. Then, he kneels and starts eating my pussy. Finally, he stops and looks at me. His face is shiny with my juices. He helps me get out of the yoga pose and leads me to the edge of the bed. He folds me over the bed and himself over me. With his right hand, he starts rubbing my clit. Then, he mounts me from behind. With his right hand, he pulls my ponytail back toward him. With his left hand, he starts to spank me. He is doing all of this while he fucks me. I bit the duvet cover and started to cum. He followed soon after. When we were done, he told me to lay down on the bed. He went into the master bathroom. I could hear water running, and I could smell vanilla and oranges. Mr. Old-School came back into the bedroom and picked me up. He carried me into the bathroom and placed me in the bathtub. It was so warm and full of bubbles. Mr. Old-School removed my hairband and washed my hair. He took a washcloth and washed me from head to toe. Then, he helped me out of the bath and into a cool shower. Eventually, we ended up in bed again. We were exhausted. I woke up about 10 hours later. Mr. Old-School was gone. He left me a note that read, "Stay as long as you want. Everything is on me. I took the liberty of buying you some new clothes for your visit. You. Are. Spectacular."

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