“Oh fuck oh fuck” she whimpered, saliva dripping from her mouth, her face sweaty.Waiting a minute until she had settled down again, Josh lazily st...oked his cock beneath her.“Again?” Josh asked impressed with the strength of her orgasm.Before she could answer Josh flicked the switch again, causing her to come just as hard again.This time she really cried out, her body hurting from the position it hung in, her muscles contracting with the flow of the orgasm and the weights swinging wildly. ” oOoShaken by my experiences, I meekly followed Rosouk from the room and down the brief hallways, trepidation growing as I realized that he led me away, not towards, the cavern in which my companions were being held.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice sounding small as I was led down a worn stone pathway, past others of his ilk, their glittering eyes gazing coldly at me as they paused in their tasks, obviously curious. After all, I was as alien to them as they were to me.We walked in. " You also, Mizz Patel. And stop by our office when you're in the area on Fridays." I will do that. Good-bye, dear Cindy."Well, now I feel good about something positive happening. Mizz Patel is one of those producers of positive things. She's a role model in a world that Dan swears is filled with all too many people marking time in mindless jobs. Dan's not like that. I saw that early on in our relationship. Since then, he's introduced me to many others who bring positive things into. )We moved home for the summer, into our 'chicken coop, ' to spend some time with our families and to let his grandparents spoil Jason rotten. We took outrageous advantage of the 'built in babysitting', when we went to track meets here and there-including a couple in Europe, where Mom and Jason came along.It was astounding how much an 'amateur' could make at track-just for showing up-if your name was in the news. I came to really appreciate the discus. It was, for me, an easy event and provided.