The "yoga session" continued, escalating in its brazen intimacy. Jian, positioned perfectly to observe, watched as Mr. Davies, with a knowing smirk, pushed the boundaries further. Mr. Davies pressed down, his weight settling more firmly, flattening the lush curves of Jian's wife's glutes against the floor. His virile member, thick and unyielding, found its particular place, a "special recess" between her cheeks, as if he were settling onto a commode. Jian, a silent, unseen director, felt a jolt of perverse exhilaration. He watched, transfixed, as Mr. Davies's own buttocks subtly clenched and moved, pressing against his wife's backside, a deliberate grinding motion, all part of the "training." The sight was a twisted dance of power and forced submission, disguised under the thin veil of exercise.
Later, the charade took another turn. Mr. Davies, with a casual command, ordered Jian to procure a new bikini for his wife. Jian played his part flawlessly, feigning confusion, his brow furrowed in a bewildered expression as he handed the scanty garment to his wife. She, with a hesitant glance at Jian, slipped into the revealing attire, her ample figure now provocatively highlighted for Mr. Davies's viewing pleasure.
"Time for some advanced training," Mr. Davies announced, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he guided Jian's wife towards the bedroom. Just before the door clicked shut, he turned to Jian, a condescending smile on his face. "Bring us some dinner in a few hours, Jian. We'll be working up an appetite."
Jian, the picture of a dutiful, simple-minded husband, nodded obligingly. "Of course, Mr. Davies," he replied, the words a bitter, yet intoxicating, taste in his mouth. The door closed, sealing them inside.
Through the System's enhanced vision, Jian had an unobstructed, intimate view. The "training" within began in earnest. He watched, utterly absorbed, as Mr. Davies took full possession. His wife's body, already glistening with sweat, was kneaded and molded by Mr. Davies's powerful virility, their forms pressing together with a rhythmic intensity. He could hear the faint, wet sounds of her buttocks as they responded to the grinding motion, a testament to the friction and pressure. A soft moan escaped her lips, carrying on the air, as Mr. Davies chuckled, "This is excellent glute training, isn't it?"
Jian's internal thought:Excellent indeed. He thinks he's simply taking. He doesn't realize this is all part of my exquisite design. Every groan, every intimate sound, every mark of his possession on her, fuels my power. This is not loss; this is absolute control. Her magnificent, farmer's backside, now utterly consumed by his authority. Mine, yet his to use, for my pleasure.
Mr. Davies's internal thought:She's so... ample. And surprisingly responsive. That little gasp, the way her body yields. And Jian, the fool, fetching us food. This is the life. An eager, innocent body, and a husband too dumb to notice. He practically handed her to me. Her ass is incredible. I could spend all night shaping it.
Jian's wife's internal thought:It's rougher now... but also... a strange sense of surrender. My body aches, but also... responds. His weight is crushing, yet there's a perverse comfort in his absolute dominance. What is happening to me? I should resist, but I feel... caught. And Jian… he just watches… he allows it… why? This... this can't be real.
Jian remained, a silent connoisseur of the depraved ballet unfolding before him, reveling in the unspoken possession of his large-bootied farm wife by her new master.