We all have dark secrets and very often memories of unhappy events which we try to suppress, but they always surface from time to time. I was fortunat...e enough to go to an all-girls private boarding school near London. There was nothing nice or jolly about it, quite the opposite. The staff were all female and middleaged. We called them the she-devils because that is what they were. Walking evil, you could say. The only comfort we ever found at that school was between ourselves. I think there. I walked into another room but I did hear my wife ask her sister about what she was doing this afternoon and, then, did she want to come over for a while? Erika only lives about four and a half miles away, so it wasn't unusual for them to visit together. Then, I heard her say, "Russ said, 'yes.'" Then, she ended the call with, "See you in about thirty minutes, then." Now, these two talked basically every day so I really thought little about it. Then, she walked up to me and said, "Well, make. It was our practice to relax in the evening with some liquor made by Faizi’s staff from date palms, and I got high from drinking it. After our first two weeks in Bahrain, and he could sense that I was getting more comfortable with him, Faizi started to more-aggressively flirt with me. He’d usually wait until I was drunk with the liquor to kiss my neck, rub my back or stroke my thigh. I must admit being sexually attracted to him, and I sensed his virility and strength. Those feelings scared me a. Just the sight of you, the warmth of you and softness of your skin has gotten to me. The stirring in my cock is making me regret my decision not to wake you up… Because as my fingers gently caress your exposed skin, “up” is exactly what I am becoming. I lean forward and kiss, ever so gently, the nape of your neck. You skin is hot on my lips and my tongue darts out to taste you… I kiss you again, and my tongue moves across your shoulders before heading down your back. I feel your breath.