I blinked as I passed through the circle of wispy gray.“Enough of this. We’re going for a walkabout.” Sheila flicked the glowing tip of tobacco ...from her cigarette and rested the un-smoked remainder in the ashtray. “Come with me,” she said, as she stood and extended her hand to assist me in rising out of my comfortable chair.“Walkabout?” I gave my Boss my best puzzled down-under grin and tunelessly hummed the soundtrack to Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport by Rolf Harris.“We won’t find any didgeridoos. My heart began to quicken and breath ran short, I knew what she had come for. Assertively without waiting for me to speak, she kissed me sharp and sudden, rough and hotter than the sun on my face. I had never been with a woman before. This was different, softer almost. Still lying there on the bench, she leaves my lips to travel along my body. She kneels between my legs and looks at me. She reaches up and takes a clothed breast in one hand, and fondles and presses til I sigh. My eyes kept. I just… realized I want you inside me so badly. It’s you I want. No one else. I… can’t explain it, but I just need you… please, Randy…”I smiled, my eyes still closed. One last seed, since this was about torture, not pleasure. Not even fingers, or dildos, or anything. Nothing pleases me sexually unless it’s Randy. If it can’t be Randy, I’ll just have to suffer.Immediately, Ophelia retracted her finger from inside herself. “Please, Randy,” she whined, submissively looking up at me. “I… I know. Yes. Fuck yes,” she screamed, as her body arched off the bed. Then, her mouth wide open, there was silence once again. Then unintelligible screams of pleasure. Then Maggie collapsed onto the bed. At first she couldn’t say anything. She could not catch her breath. Her two orgasms had been so intense she was still experiencing pulses of pleasure through her body for several minutes after the second orgasm. As Maggie began to breath, she would moan or say “Oh God” every few seconds. Sarah.