“This position isn’t working.” He got up then straddled my body. Even though I was uncomfortable being in such a position with Mr. Slater after...what happened last night, the feeling of his warm strong hands on my skin massaging me was beginning to stir a deep sexual yearning causing me to squirm. As he leaned over while massaging me, I kept feeling something warm lightly dragging against my back that definitely wasn’t his hands. ‘What is that?’ I wondered as his massaging went from my stiff. ******************** Mendoza sat at his desk, head in hands tired and frustrated. What was wrong with him? He had never been involved with a woman for more than a few nights, what was so captivating about this one? How did she control him? Why couldn’t he just take her, satisfy his needs and be done with it? And why did her care what she felt? Mendoza knew it wasn’t because she was legally his wife, everyone knew that was for show. No, there was something much more. He couldn’t admit to anyone,. ”“Caroline. What a beautiful name. Caroline. It just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it. I beg your pardon, Caroline. I hope you don’t mind staying a few minutes longer to allow your boyfriend, Steve and his buddy John, to beat the, excuse my French, crap out of us in pool.”“Leave her out of it,” Steve said forcefully.“OK, Steve, OK,” Patrick said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Then we’ll let this other charming young lady hold the stakes.” Patrick held out the ten in his cupped hands. As she barely passed him, Jaron swung his hand back and he spanked herloudly on the round of her ass. When Tana walked out of the bathroom, after being in there for 10 minutes,both Jaron and Evan (who'd just arrived) grew erect. Tana had touseled her hair with gel; put on a black bra under a see-throughwhite shirt that was only zipped up to just under her breasts; she was wearingblack thigh-high tights; she had on a black and red plaid pleated skirt whichdidn't even cover her ass. She wasn't.