Ieagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed,the husband (Larry) was on his own. I invited him inand he explained to Helen and myself, that h... had lostour original letter with the phone number on and onlyhad the address and directions I had given him over thephone. It seems his wife Tracy, had only this morningcome down with the flu and not having the phone numberhe couldn’t let us know.We sat and chatted for a while, he told us of the manyadventures he and Tracy had enjoyed. At. So no, I didn’t give up control a lot. I like to be able to get a handle on things that could affect my consistent routine. I work, I play, I drink. If I have a relationship, she has to fit in the play or the drink arena. Disrupt either one of those, and I give my middle finger salute and move on to someone else. But Candy was more than my just giving up control. She was a mystery. And a fucking good one at that!I couldn’t figure her out, and I wanted to do that almost more than I wanted. .at least not right away. No, Dale decidedhe'd rather make me suffer, rather see me squirm while I waited for theother foot to drop. Actually that's probably just wishful thinking. Thetruth is, Dale didn't think enough of me by that point to go out of hisway to torture me. He knew all to well how willing I was to torture myselffor his amusement. And boy oh boy, did I have a grand old time of it.Three fucking days without a so much as an "lol" texted to me. Three daysof white knuckle terror. 'I think she likes it!' laughed Chris. he grabbed my right breast and started to rub and caress it while I sucked his cock. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck yes!' I groaned suddenly, my body tensing with pleasure. James pressed his tongue flat against my clit and I started to push my hips into his face, groaning and gasping as I had a deep, intense orgasm. I lay back on the couch, recovering from my climax, my body tingling with pleasure. James and Chris were standing, looking at me. 'That was so, so good,' I.