Odd sensations, tinglings between my legs. My face would flush. I would feel hot all over. My breath would get short and quick. Back then I just chalk...d it off to playing these games. Looking back now, however, I know of course, that I was really turned on by the helplessness of being totally at the mercy of the whims of others. These tinglings gradually, over the years, came to rule me. Drive me. Control my every thought. Bobby was the first one of us to stop playing. Right after he got his. "Angela," I cried out, in Spanish. Angela cried out, head buried in Chago's shoulder, and legs kicking in the air. As my breath returned, I reached down and massaged those sweet butt cheeks that had produced so much pleasure."So sweet." I said softly, caressing her lower back.I pulled out, and called Pablo over. "Do her now." Now?" He asked. He looked down at her, completely limp, laying on Chago. Chago was holding onto her and kissing her everywhere he could reach, while he was pushing his. It was her smell.I longed to hold her close and feel the warmth of her breath. I knew that was not possible, but I could still dream. I pulled out my camera and gazed at a few of the pictures I had taken. They helped ... but I still missed her so much.The next day I went in to work. I was greeted warmly by my boss and everyone the office. After a few stories about Russia, I was quickly brought up to speed. It was evident that there was a good amount of work that I would need to accomplish. I. ” “Stop now. Stop touching.” The tone in his voice let me know just how serious he was. My hand froze instantly. I was panting and dazed after being so close to reaching climax. But, what he said next brought me right back to my senses. “I’m coming round. It seems like you need to be taught a lesson.” “But… But…” I didn’t get chance to protest; he’d hung up. I got a message five minutes later. I’m outside. Let me in and take me upstairs. Don’t say a word, just remove your panties, stuff.