Only a few minutes earlier I was having the best sex of my life and now I was ashamed of myself.“I have to tell you something,” Sanjana said. My s...omach twisted into a knot. “Suprith is cheating on me. He’s screwing a gal named Gita.” I had known that Suprith used to chase after Gita but he had never said anything about scoring with her. He probably didn’t tell me because he knew that I liked Sanjana.Sanjana went on, “What we just did, I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve had feelings for you. Present"Stacy, baby, how ya doin'?" This guy, this gorgeous hunk, came walking up behind them. Before Betty realized what was happening, he'd wrapped one arm around her and one arm around Stacy, and proceeded to give Stacy a nice warm smooch on the lips. It looked like she didn't mind a bit. In fact, it looked like she was enjoying it. A lot. Then the guy turned and kissed Betty, lightly, on the forehead."Hi Woody. Not bad."Woody was the kind of guy wet dreams are made of. (Remember him? from. And there she was again, this blonde woman Rachel I’d seen on so many occasions, her face flushed with movement while looking at her reflection in the mirror, her arms and legs moving to the synchronized steps. I couldn’t stop and stare, it wouldn’t be polite. However, I knew the class let out in about twenty minutes so did a bit of shopping, timing my exit so I could casually walk by again on the return. I couldn’t be so bold on a regular basis, or probably ever again but I allowed myself this. I remember feeling a sense of power over what I could do to him. He would become a panting, groaning mess as I stroked him. I developed a keen understanding of his biorhythms. I knew when he was getting close to orgasm and I would drag things out by pumping him lightly, or stroking the back of his over-sensitive little head. He begged me to "do it right," to which I told him to "let me do it my way or forget it." I remember how quickly he complied with my demand. Then, one day, I made him.