Yet, despite the distance, I feel his presence, his essence every day. His voice makes me weak-kneed and tongue-tied. His words distract me, leave me ...ripping, squirming and on the verge of coming. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to. When Janet did raise the subject with Samantha she invited her over for supper and as they were on the second glass of wine Janet asked, "Do you know what the S&M scene is?"Samantha was quite taken aback by the question. She was embarrassed as she had had thoughts about exactly that before now. However remembering that Janet had smacked her bottom just a few days earlier she replied tentatively, "I have heard about the S&M scene but do not know anybody in it."Janet took a deep breath and then. He was the picture of beauty and everyone wanted him, including me. He was so interested in me but we never really dated, only hooked up for sex and that was about it. So back to the first time...I was sitting outside on my porch waiting for him to show up in his beat up old car and finally he came. To me he was a god, he had brown hair that covered one of his eyes most the time and a lip ring, not to mention his hands were rough yet wonderful because he was a mechanic. There he comes up my. On the second night, Bernadette spent the entire night with Hank and Neil never even noticed she wasn't in the room. On the morning of the fifth day, they had made love in Neil and Bernadette's room.Bernadette had wished that Neil would come back to the room and catch them so she could throw it up in his face. But finally Hank said he had to go to an important appointment and would see Bernadette later that day. He'd just fucked her again and her female aroma was high.He said he hated to leave.