Had Jamal been able to read her mind, he would have quickly reassured her that he was not gay and would love to bend her, this way and that, for as long as she desired. As it was, he let out a cross between a choke and a cough at her words and innuendo. "I am sure your, uh, husband has a high-stress job and is tired at the end of the day." He responds, trying to sound reassuring to her as he continued to twist her body  side to side wiith his hands.<br/><br/>"Okay, lets put that flexibility to the test then." He counters, sliding one hand from her hip to the small of her back. "I want you to bend over slowly now - from the waist, not the knees, and try and put your palms flat on the ground." He tugged on her hip, keeping her legs straight while he pressed with his other hand, sliding it along her spine as she slowly bent over. Bending with her slightly, his groin would come in firmm contact with her rear, letting her feel the bulge of his large but limp cock pressing against her and the thin layers of material that separated them.