He slowly leaned in, his breath warm on my face. He smelled like peppermint, cinnamon and that male scent that only he can claim to possess. Our lips...touched and my world imploded. His lips gently moved against mine in slow motions that sent my libido into overdrive. Warmth spread throughout my body, blazing a trail across nerves and synapses, consuming everything in its path. Rationality and logic included. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked breathlessly against my lips. Before I could. ." before letting out an incomprehensile low moan.As my orgasm begun to subside, I could hear the other girl, as she started calling, "Oh... I'm cumming too. Oh, don't drop me...oh, please. Oh, please..." and, upon hearing that, I opened and refocused my eyes in her direction just in time to see her body writhe and legs tremble as her own orgasm overtook her senses.The five remaining guys (those that hadn't yet gotten off) had formed a semi-circle around this girl, all the better to watch her.. Her answer and compliance pleased me very much making me think that she would not be that hard to train for her new life. I removed the ropes from her ankles and knees. She sat quietly her eyes still full of fear and pleading. I told her to stand as I gripped her upper arms helping her to her feet. I had to support her for a few minutes as her legs were weak from the fear she was feeling. Her eyes let me know that she wanted to say something. Pamela you may speak. She stared into my eyes for a. At the start of my story, I was 38, and the Accountant for a prominentinternational company owned by Leon Stokes, a man in his early thirties,and his sister Crystal. They had inherited the company after their mother andfather had been killed in a car crash two years previously. I had been marriedto Amanda, also 38, for five years and loved her dearly. It was the secondmarriage for both of us, and everything was going just great. I loved her sexybody, a little plumper than her younger days, but.