My mind was lost in other thoughts.It was halfway through the fourth quarter, and I could already feel my pussy starting to get hot and wet. It remind...d me of when I was a cheerleader and a lot of the football players had gotten their way with me after a game. It was my favorite sexual experience to date and I couldn’t wait to live it again with these young boys. The seniors were playing with extra motivation and some of them looked for me in the stands because they knew I would be their. I was surprised exactly how much that turned him on. I made him tell me what he wanted me to do to him, he hates that, he just wants to be done to, without any input.I didn't even tie him up; he does love being tied up. I even abused his balls (with the whip), he's always been deathly afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However much I tried to make it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some fetid corners of his mind, I was. We aren’t going to ask you to do anything crazy”, Deepa said.“Okay, let’s see”, I said.The moment I said that, Deepa got up and locked the door and windows.“Let’s start with senior worship”, Archana said.“What’s that?”“We will teach you. Kneel down”, Deepa said. It sounded more like an order to me.However, I decided to play along. I knelt down. Both Archana and Deepa sat on the bed and asked me to walk towards them on my knees.“Bend down and kiss our feet”, Deepa said.For some reason, I did not. Nope. Go back to the eyes.A leap forward, inward, is made. Journey is made to the internal. What’s found? A flame newly kindled. Most probably is fueled by the fury of adrenaline. Will soon burn hot. Soon. Excited, yet calm and composed. What? Warmth radiates throughout. Moving outward. Blinking. Again seeing the reflection. A warm illumination felt, seen behind the darkness.short-livedThere is seemingly only a fortnight between each day of celebration or remembrance. Round and round we go..