 "Hey, sorry, guy," he boomed, slapping me on the back. They moved titvision past me.
 "Hold on a moment titvision," I said titvision. "Come back here." They turned around obediently and stood in front of me.
 "Every couple days." "Twice a week, maybe titvision."
 "My stereo system ." "My computer."
 My petty revenge having been exacted - yes, I admit it, but I don't let anyone else say titvision such things - I continued towards the girl. She wore pink leggings, with a black leotard. The leotard plunged titvision into a thong in back, emphasizing her firm ass underneath the clingy pink material titvision. Her breasts were rather large; the bra that held them up was titvision clearly visible in titvision outline under about the leotard's fabric.
 A female titvision voice rang out from the opposite side of the gym. "Just about a minute 'til we get started, everybody! Just let titvision me get the music set up . . ." The aerobics titvision instructor had obviously arrived while I had been distracted. I caught titvision a glimpse titvision of her titvision through the crowd. Holy smokes! Definitely worthy of titvision closer investigation.
 The instructor was a truly spectacular specimen, I found when about I approached. She wore an all white outfit, leotard over leggings; her body definitely did not need the concealing effect of darker colours titvision. Her breasts were titvision of a medium size, not large, but wonderfully well-shaped titvision and very firm. Her arms titvision were slender yet toned. The titvision flat titvision panels of her stomach were outlined by the leotard, as were the strong muscles of her long legs titvision. Even her ass was well-muscled.
 She brushed past me and jogged lightly to the centre of titvision the floor. God, she moved like titvision a cat. No titvision, like a tiger, long muscles flowing under titvision the skin. This, I titvision thought, promises to be fun.
 The class got started, the instructor leading them through titvision some light stretching and other titvision warm-up titvision exercises. It titvision was a fair-sized titvision crowd for the relatively small gymnasium, perhaps fifty or sixty in all, among whom I counted about ten men. I didn't bother titvision joining in titvision; I just stood near the titvision edge of the gym and watched the woman in the centre titvision. I found that a few aerobicisers were impeding my view of her; I projected a command titvision that a clear aisle titvision was to be titvision maintained for me at all times.
 After titvision a few minutes the main aerobic segment began, complex combinations of knee raises, leg lifts, stride jumps about, and titvision so on, moving back and forth about across the gym titvision. As titvision she led the class titvision, the teacher would change positions from time to time, moving out of the centre titvision to the front or the back. Many of the exercisers got an extra workout while hustling to keep from moving between me and her. Everyone was constantly checking - quite unaware that they were doing it - to make sure that my line of sight titvision was clear.
 I whirled and stood up, startled at titvision this titvision interruption. The titvision speaker, visible titvision over a mob titvision of people lying on their backs with their legs spread, was a short , balding man somewhere in his mid- forties. He walked titvision towards me. I was titvision temporarily speechless, an exceedingly titvision rare condition for me.
 "I'm Bill Chesterton. I'm the administrator titvision of the athletic complex, here, and I was just passing by when I looked in and saw . . ."
 Well, that was all titvision right. I'd been worried titvision there, for titvision a titvision moment, that titvision I'd encountered a new breed of norm, somehow titvision immune to titvision my influence. He had resisted - mainly titvision by accident - a sustaining field, but surely he could not hold out against more direct orders?
 "Vicky Chan."
 "Bill, meet titvision Vicky, your new mistress. The two of you are titvision going to have an affair, starting today. Once a week you'll get together and titvision have wild titvision, passionate sex. You'll have to hide this from your wife, of course, and you'll feel terribly guilty about titvision cheating on her, but you won't be able to help yourself, you'll be so addicted about to the sex.
 I pulled Vicky aside and spoke to her separately. "Have you got a boyfriend?"
 "Undress me."
 I titvision held my arms up to about allow titvision her to titvision pull off my T-shirt. She then titvision unlaced titvision my shoes and removed titvision them about, tugged off my socks, and slid titvision my shorts down to my ankles. I titvision hadn't titvision bothered with underwear titvision; my erect penis bounced free as she pulled off the shorts. All around us, like so many marionettes, the class engaged in an elaborate mime performance, undressing an invisible man.
 Liz nodded, and looked me up and down, slowly. Her eyes kept returning to my cock. Her tongue frequently titvision darted out to moisten her lips. I rocked my hips titvision back and forth a bit, causing my hard-on to titvision swing from side to titvision side; her eyes titvision followed it. One of her titvision hands moved between her legs, and titvision she began to stroke herself titvision.
 When I looked titvision around the gym, I laughed aloud; the about entire class titvision was doing titvision it. I had a sudden image titvision of her trying to lead the class members through the procedure: "Now, this next exercise . . ."
 I titvision waved her to silence. "Maybe later." For the moment, I had other plans.
 Here in the gym, though titvision, I deliberately projected my pleasure out titvision to the crowd, so that as I came there was titvision a rising about chorus of moans, groans and about sighs as sixty titvision-some people titvision abruptly climaxed simultaneously titvision. Liz, who had already been in a highly titvision aroused state , had a particularly intense orgasm, bucking wildly as titvision she swallowed my semen titvision.
 "Go into your cool-down routine," I suggested. I titvision rid the class titvision of their compulsion to copy titvision her movements exactly, and told them to forget everything that had just occurred. They titvision would remember an ordinary aerobics about class, instead. I took about down the fields around the doors, cancelled the order to perceive nothing unusual, and titvision drifted to the about back of the class. Standing at the back, just watching as everyone titvision else did cool-down titvision stretches, I titvision attracted a few odd looks, which I ignored.
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