as Sebas- tian speaks. “James?”
“Alphas, this isn’t a porn show. This isn’t about you getting off while watching others get someone off. This class is about instruction. If at any time I feel that you aren’t taking this class seriously or you’ve chosen to watch someone else rather than focus on your own partner, I’ll kick you out. If your partner gives you feedback, such as your touch is painful or too hard and you don’t listen, I’ll kick you out. These women are here as volunteers to give you the practice that you need to learn and to become a better lover.”
“Questions?” Sebastian asks.
When there aren’t any, he continues.
“Some quick housekeeping items. Every time you walk into this room, check your table. Make sure the device is locked so the table doesn’t collapse while your partner is on it. There is a mechanism here,” he says, leaning over the table to point to a switch, “where you can turn the heat on the table. I suggest that you get here early to do that to help your partner relax more quickly. Ladies, there is a hanger right here for your robe. When you come in and are asked to get on the table, you will leave your robe here.”
“Any questions?” he asks as the Alphas all look at their tables, looking to find the switch and where the locks are on the table legs. I’m pleasantly surprised that all five Alphas double check to make sure the locks are on so the tables don’t collapse.
“One final rule. These women aren’t your sex partners, they are volunteers. You will ask permission at each session to touch them in whatever way you think you might want or need to touch them during the class or during any individu- al sessions you have outside of this classroom. If you don’t get their permission ahead of time, you either ask them during your session, or you don’t touch them in a way they haven’t agreed to. That looks something like this,” he says, turning to me.
“Christina, do you agree for me to use my hands and my mouth on your body in any way that I feel will help you re- lax this evening?”
“Yes, Sebastian,” I say.
He smiles then turns back to the class. “Alphas, get permission and ladies, you may get on the table, face down.”
I hop down and remove my robe, noticing that the young Alphas seem too preoccupied to stare up at me while I’m getting on the table. That makes me feel a bit better. When I’m in place, I feel Sebastian slide my hair off my back and then I feel heat beside my head.
“I want to try something tonight. Do you trust me?” he whispers.
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