“It’s just a quick hello to let you know I’ve arrived safe and well and I should be able to Facetime with you later say around 6:00pm your time�...� he said in a cheery tone.“OK why so brief? I queried “I have to go to a debriefing meeting and be introduced to all of the staff here” Phil explained“Well at least I know you’re safe, I suppose I’ll catch you later at 6:00. That’s a good time to be honest as all the k**s should be home” I asserted.“OK Babe I’ll catch you later” And with that Phil Hung. The heat of the slap warmed my ass cheek. It broke me from my reverie. “You can’t cum yet. I’m not finished with you.” he growled deeply into my ear. His hands snaked towards my neck and shoulders, before dropping down and gripping my breasts. Thomas wedged his hands in between the glass and my hard nipples and pinched viciously making me cry out in a pleasure/pain mixture. It hurt, but it heightened the pleasure at the same time. “You fucking whore. I’ll punish you if you cum before I tell you. And, whenever she said “You can play with me anytime” I couldn’t help but imagine something much more than just a card game. I was ‘in lust’ with her. As I was later to discover, she was hot for me too, and the “play with me” line actually was a deliberate double entendre intended to inspire sexual fantasies about her. It worked. I would masturbate after every Card Club meeting, fantasizing about all the dirty, nasty things I would like to do with and to her. A couple of years passed, and I. The food was delicious and the environment very conducive to a good time. When it came time for the final course, we were informed that the students would perform a musical interlude for our pleasure whilst coffee was served.I had had the 'fortune' to attend several school concerts in my life. Our kids just approaching their teens. The experience of listening to a chorus of children, who can successfully miss every single note, is without parallel.Watching the enthusiasm of the tone-deaf music.