"OK, seeya soon, slave." Anagha said, and left the room, closing the door behind her.I lay there as another orgasm hit me, and by now my body was too ...ired to thrash around too much. I started panicking and crying, convinced that Anagha wanted me to die of heart failure. I kept struggling and trying to fight back the orgasms. I don't know how long this continued, as I slowly felt a darkness enveloping me. I was convinced I was dying, as I passed out.I woke up with a start. The clock on Anagha's. The combination of us all being high school students and Mrs. Smith being the wife of the mayor of Worcester made a story that even made the national news. What the hell? I was even interviewed by USA Today.There was nothing secret about our phone number, and we had to hire a firm to screen our calls. There were a few hate and scornful calls, but most were congratulatory, and a few wanted to hire us to cover more parties given by the rich and famous. The main thing I learned from this adventure. ” I laughed softly. “You don’t have to thank me, babe; I think I enjoyed that as much as you did.” “Unlikely.” “Well, almost as much then. I do love seeing and hearing you come – you know that, right?” “I think you’ve mentioned it before, yes.” “I’m sure. So, anyhow, back to you getting your little furry spot denuded; when are you going to do that?” “I don’t know yet… as soon as Jonathan can fit me in, I guess.” I was shocked! “Jonathan? It’s a guy? A guy does the pussy waxing there? I don’t. Ted forced himself to continue, to get it all out. “The other one just ended, tonight. She’s a regular at The Halftime, so we got to talking over the past few months. She’s married, too. She told me tonight she couldn’t go on betraying him like this—“Wendy erupted into a loud sob, her breath seething with anger. She clamped her hand over her mouth, clenching her jaw to try to control her hatred and her pain. Ted felt sick again, but started talking again. “So she broke it off. And I realized.