<strong>"Hmm.. something is wrong. Let me see if I can help adjust you. Don't move."</strong>He said to her as he approached her from behind and runs treated hands over her soft skin. One hand upon her back checked to make sure the curve was not to steep whilst running his hand over her supple breasts. The fingers graze over the nipples and his palm pressed against her chest. He wanted to make sure her chest arched out a bit as she held the position. Jarek was quite hard now and as he worked over her body, adjusting her to his icing she could feel the heat of his erection against her buttocks, almost like a very intimate brand. His hands run down further towards her stomach, feeling over every muscle. However her behind was also going to garner some attention as he felt over it as an excuse to run down her thighs. He had to kneel down in order to accomplish this and as such, his cock rubs down between her butt cheeks, and the tip barely grazed over her womanhood. It was painful to tease himself like this but for the sake of the facade, he kept it up. His hands now rest upon her thighs gently adjusting her legs, whilst giving a small massage to those limber muscles. The idea was to spread her legs a touch wider so she was essentially presenting to Jarek.<br/><br/><strong>"That's much better. Now its time for the endurance test. I'm going to try and distract you and make you break the pose. I do not want you to do this. Maintain this pose for as long as you can."</strong>Jarek said quietly as an request and would then proceed to do his damnedest to make her squirm. He wanted her to fail because then he could help give her a proper exercise. He rubbed one hand over her supple behind and gave a light spank over it to see her skin ripple from the "blow" He wanted to see what reactions he caused in her, and also because with pain came pleasure and running that contrasting sensation helped the latter be more effective. To help prove this theory, his other hand made itself useful by massaging her breast, kneading the supple, and overtly abundant handful of flesh. He pulled slowly on the nipple by trapping it between the index and middle finger. Meanwhile the thumb on his right hand roams down her behind, and finds that sacred place between her legs curiously running the thumb over her there. He wanted her to ask for it more so it merely passed over her intimate spot, flicking over the clit as his hand runs down towards her thigh and began to massage her.