Oh, sure, I still felt breathless and confused but I wasn't turned on in the slightest. The tingles from down below were nothing but a vague memory.Th...t afternoon I sat at my desk, hardly able to concentrate on work. Sandra, innocent, shy little Sandra, had almost been mocking me, playing with me. There was some sort of connection, some link between that damn marionette and myself and she had found the key to unlock it. Ceding that level of control to another person was really scary, especially. She could see the others in room, lit up by the computer screen. One guy, a friend of the girl Stephanie had come to the party with was showing the unmistakable signs of a raging hard-on. He shifted a bit, trying to get himself untwisted inside his pants, he stepped back, and she saw that her friend Jen was in the room, too, standing next to him. She watched as Jen glanced down away from the video, noticed the guy’s problem, and without saying a word, reached over, unzipped him and took his. They were in various stages of undress, they were touching each other even as they watched Santos and I perform.Santos sat at the edge of the couch and then leaned back and opened his legs wide to accommodate me. I resumed my oral adoration of his beautiful cock, and it wasn’t long before he was breathing hard and groaning like a man possessed. I was so fired up by his manly love cries that I reached for my chest and unbuttoned my school uniform shirt, unclasped my bra and tweaked my throbbing. ‘We don’t have to be there until eleven so you’re lucky. But get moving,’ he nudged his way in and nodded in the direction of the bathroom. Be where? She thought. * * * The drive was passed in relative silence. As Thomas navigated his way back through the streets of his childhood, Alyssa felt a strangeness in the car that was similar to the strangeness in her cousin’s voice the night before, still a quality she couldn’t pinpoint. The street signs that they passed meant nothing to her..