“Awwww, mooom, but it’s still early” the little boy drawled out his best puppy-dog whine, undermining his bargaining position by rubbing one dro...ping eye as he spoke.“Yeah!” his little sister nodded along, wobbling her feet against her chair legs, still years from being able to touch the floor.“It’s an hour and a half past your usual bed-time.” Father pointed his children’s attention to their old enemy, the wall clock.“But it’s Christmaaaas!” Their son tried another tack, watching his parents’. ’ Samantha complied and apprehensively handed the papers back to the secretary. ‘Any questions so far?’ Samantha shook her head. ‘Rightho,’ said Rosalind cheerfully ‘legal stuff done so we can start your interview now, please masturbate yourself to orgasm, we need to see how you perform from a standing start so to speak.’ ‘Okay,’ replied the girl feeling far from it, what did she mean ‘we,’ quickly scanning the room her eyes stopped on a small video camera. ‘Are you recording this?” she asked. I headed for the door, not paying attention to Kendi. She had pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, socks and shoes and was about two steps behind me. I was already at the elevator door when she came running up behind me. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I never noticed her unfettered breasts flopping around under her shirt.We got in and out of the elevator without a word and I took off walking at a pretty good pace. At some point in the first half-block, my brain kicked in. I had two. If it were as crowded as it could be. The steam, the bodies, their heat. Every one of us writhing, interlocking, biting, moaning... and not one of us allowed to cum. When the tension finally crescendoed and one of us broke, we would all feel the consequence of their weakness. All of us for each one of us.I can't resist these ideas. This isn't a fantasy I can say no too. "I won't cum." I say aloud. As I consider the precision of my words, the echo of my words in this cavernous room is.