His feeling of not just pleasure but pride at being chosen, of conquest and possession, and then a touch of shame at those feelings. Now she let herse...f feel thrilled at being possessed and they felt the echoes of that between them. She began picking up a weaker version of her mother's intimate thoughts as transferred to him during their recent sex. Then Tara felt his thought that she shouldn't go too deep into these memories, there would be plenty of time to discover more. She would get the. Both were in their 30’s and their uniforms fit like they were made to distract me. The uniform shirt was a thin yellow and black polo style, that was snug at the chest. The pants were a thin synthetic fabric that formed static wrinkles that clung to socks, their underwear, and to itself. The pants did not look comfy, but, I could see if they were wearing jockeys or briefs that day. That made them awesome pants.One of the two hunky leads, whose name was Curtis, was friendlier than the other. He. You want a cup of coffee?"She looked startled. "Yeah, that would be nice." You want to help me make it?" I asked."Do you NEED help making it?" she popped back. She was sounding a little more confident."No, but I don't want to be in a room you aren't in right now." I said.She blushed. "You're terrible." she said. Her eyes went up and down my body and widened a little. "You're wearing boxers, just like they said!"I glanced down at my new shorts. My dick was rock hard and poking the front of the. I also humiliatingly had to masturbate into a glass for my realise deterrent. Because of holding back for a week this did not take long and after I safely stored my fluids away for the next day. My sexual buzz now broken I spent the next 24 hour talking myself out and back into my self bondage.The day arrives.The day and the hour of my self imposed torture arrives. I spend most of the morning tottering about trying not to think about what I am going to do to myself in-case I chicken out or get.