I've just hired you, a celebrity trainer, to try and teach me some new stretching and yoga techniques. I am wearing very tight red spandex and a "sports" top. I tell you to start with some basic stuff until we can work into the harder stuff. You ask me questions about my choice in makeup, hair, where I'm doing the workout, the fact that I had a huge breakfast before you came... yada yada. What did I hire you for? To ask me questions or to train me? I guess the last question, the breakfast one, is legit, because as I try to get into certain stretches I keep farting loudly and for quite some ...

I've just hired you, a celebrity trainer, to try and teach me some new stretching and yoga techniques. I am wearing very tight red spandex and a "sports" top. I tell you to start with some basic stuff until we can work into the harder stuff. You ask me questions about my choice in makeup, hair, where I'm doing the workout, the fact that I had a huge breakfast before you came... yada yada. What did I hire you for? To ask me questions or to train me? I guess the last question, the breakfast one, is legit, because as I try to get into certain stretches I keep farting loudly and for quite some time. I think it's kind of funny because of how powerful and consistent they seem to be. They even seem to push out with the laughing, creating unique sounds. Very soon I notice a certain something going on in your pants. Is that an erection? You like this, don't you? I invite you to come a bit closer and continue to show me your techniques. Might as well right? Come see if you are really into this by getting closer to my gassy ass!