It was another minimum day at school, the final bell ringing just after lunch. By the time students cleared out, teachers had a few uninterrupted hours to catch up, prep, or, in Rachel’s case: lie. She had told Brad she was heading to the same colleague’s house for a rare afternoon “yoga flow” session. He barely blinked, offering to pick up their boys from soccer, and even reminding her to bring her mat.
But her mat stayed in the trunk.
Today was going to be another new sexual adventure for Rachel. As she drove, she reflected on the rapid transformation she was experiencing since starting her deeply passionate affair with Damon, the Head Custodian at the high school where she taught drama. He had initially seduced her with daily morning coffee chats, always attaching a sticky note to the cups that read, “Going the Extra M.Y.L.E.” (which he said meant “Making Your Life Easier”). They eventually fell into each other’s affections. Shortly after they started their sexual relationship, Damon said he was changing the “E” in the clever acronym to mean, “Exciting.” And her secret life was certainly that! In a hotel room several weeks ago, Rachel confessed to Damon that she had a couple secret fantasies she thought she’d never experience with her safe husband: an encounter with a woman (which Damon had already arranged and had taken place a few weekends ago), and a gangbang. In his more experienced wisdom, Damon suggested it might be a good idea to ease into a group sex experience with a simpler, two-man-one-woman straight threesome. He had told her he had the perfect guy: a respected coach at the gym Damon frequents, and today was the day it was going to happen.
Rachel’s hands trembled lightly as she pulled up to Damon’s modest two-bedroom house, tucked into a quiet neighborhood just far enough from campus to be safe from gossip. She parked in the driveway, heart fluttering. As instructed, she was wearing her usual “yoga” getup: black Lululemon leggings, an olive racerback tank, and a zip-up hoodie over her sports bra. It was the same outfit she’d worn to the Saturday session weeks ago, the lie she now recycled to perfection.
Damon opened the front door before she could even knock. His broad frame filled the entryway, his knowing smirk easing some of her nerves.
“Right on time,” he said. “Come in, baby.”
Rachel stepped into the cozy house, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the laminate wood floor. She glanced around. Everything was clean, simple, masculine. She could already hear faint hip-hop playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom.
“You okay?” he asked, placing a warm palm on the small of her back.
She nodded. “A little nervous. But mostly… curious.”
Damon leaned down and kissed her. “That’s why I’m crazy about you. Always curious.”
They walked down the hallway together toward the bedroom, where a single lamp cast a golden glow across the room. The bed was freshly made, its black comforter taut and smooth.
Already waiting on its edge was Malik.
Rachel paused in the doorway, drinking him in.
Tall—at least 6’4”—with smooth dark skin, a chiseled jawline, and broad shoulders that tested the limits of his tight gray T-shirt. He had short hair with faded sides, and warm, observant eyes. He was very handsome, Rachel thought, relieved. She pondered, That will make this a little easier.
His jeans were dark and fitted. His white sneakers sat off to the side, and he was already barefoot.
“You must be Rachel,” Malik said with a smile, rising to his feet.
Rachel swallowed. “I am.”
He stepped closer, towering over her in the most intimidating, exhilarating way. But his body language was open, respectful.
“Damon’s told me all about you,” he said.
Rachel gave Damon a sideways look. “Oh, has he?”
Malik chuckled. “Only good things. I’ve been… eager to meet you.”
Damon closed the door behind them.
“She’s a little shy at first,” Damon said. “But give her a few minutes. She opens up fast.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Says the man who’s undressed me in every room of his house.”
Malik smiled, clearly enjoying the banter. “Well then,” he said, “let’s start slow.”
Damon approached her from behind, his hands sliding up her waist, unzipping her hoodie with unhurried care. Malik stepped closer, eyes lowered, watching as Damon peeled the sweatshirt from her shoulders.
“I want her to feel wanted,” Damon said. “Worshipped.”
Rachel’s breath caught. She was already warm between her thighs.
Damon’s hands found the hem of her tank next, lifting it gently. Rachel raised her arms. Malik watched her sports bra rise with it, exposing the soft curve of her pale breasts. She stood there, topless, while both men silently took her in.
Malik stepped forward and kissed her. His lips were plush, his kiss slower than Damon’s usual hunger. Gentle. Teasing. Rachel sighed against his mouth.
Damon moved behind her, pulling her leggings down over her hips. They clung to her thighs before yielding. Then her green satin thong followed, leaving her completely bare, framed by two clothed men.
“Beautiful,” Malik murmured.
Damon walked her toward the bed, kissing her neck from behind. Malik undressed in front of her, revealing a muscular chest and a prominent bulge in his black boxer-briefs. Damon stripped next, revealing himself to her as if for the first time, though they both knew her body had memorized every inch of him.
Rachel lay back on the bed, legs parted in invitation. Damon knelt between them, his favorite place to begin. His tongue traced her folds slowly, savoring every twitch and moan. He buried himself there, hands gripping her thighs, sucking and lapping with practiced precision.
Rachel cried out, fingers tangling in the sheets. Damon grinned up at her.
“You gonna cum for me this fast, baby?”
Her hips answered for her, rocking against his mouth. He brought her to a sweet, shaking climax before she’d even touched either of them.
As she caught her breath, Damon beckoned Malik closer. He stood at the edge of the bed, his shaft heavy and hard in her hand as she leaned in to take him into her mouth.
“Damn,” he growled.
Rachel looked up at him, lips full, while Damon kissed her back and shoulders from behind. She switched back and forth, one hand on Malik, Damon’s mouth on her neck, the three of them caught in an intoxicating rhythm of shared pleasure.
Malik climbed onto the bed. Damon positioned Rachel in the center, with Malik at her head, Rachel on her back. Damon entered her slowly, deeply, and Rachel moaned against Malik’s cock in her mouth.
The feeling of being filled while pleasuring another man was overwhelming: raw, primal, delicious. Damon leaned over her, thrusting deep and slow, eyes locked with hers.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. “My good girl… letting us both have you.”
“I wanna taste that white pussy,” Malik declared. Damon stepped away as Malik laid down on his back and directed Rachel to straddle his face, facing away from him at his request, so her ass was at his big nose.
Rachel’s moans rose in pitch as she dropped her weight against Malik’s mouth, grinding herself on his tongue while he devoured her like he hadn’t eaten in days. Damon stood nearby, stroking himself with one hand as he watched her hips move against his friend’s face, the visual of her total surrender driving him wild. Malik’s arms gripped her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Her climax built, peaked, and broke, ripping through her body with a high, desperate cry.
She slid off his face, legs trembling, flushed and panting. Malik wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned.
“Been wantin’ to taste you since I saw those pics,” he said, voice husky.
Rachel gave a breathless chuckle. “You’ve got good instincts.”
Malik reached for the condom Damon had handed him earlier and rolled it on while Rachel turned to straddle his meaty cock, this time facing him. Damon knelt behind her, guiding her carefully as she lined herself up and sank down slowly onto Malik’s thick shaft.
Rachel let out a moan as he filled her, her hands braced against his chest. He felt different from Damon, not just in size or rhythm, but in how he let her lead. She rocked her hips gently, savoring every inch, every reaction. Malik groaned and slid his hands up her waist, gripping her lovingly, possessively, but never trying to take control.
Damon leaned in close and whispered, “Show him what that redhead pussy can do.”
She began to move faster, bouncing and grinding as the heat within her grew. She threw her head back, eyes fluttering closed, feeling Malik twitch and grow harder inside her. He groaned loudly, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast through her bra.
“I’m so close,” she gasped.
“That’s it, ride that dick, girl,” Malik growled. “Get yours.”
Her second climax tore through her as she bounced harder, her body trembling again. Malik let out a roar, grabbing her hips as he bucked up into her. His climax was loud, deep, and primal, his muscular body tensing under her as he filled the condom.
Rachel collapsed against his chest, still shivering from the aftershocks. Damon knelt beside them, brushing her hair from her face as she caught her breath.
“That’s some Cadillac pussy, right there,” Malik said as he stood, licking his lips. He leaned over one more time to kiss her breast before standing again, and getting dressed.
He looked at Damon. “That was fuckin’ hot, bro,” he said with a smile. “I wish I didn’t have to go to work, D.”
“Something tells me you’ll get to see Rachel again,” Damon winked as Malik smiled and excused himself.
“Well?” Damon asked softly.
Rachel gave a dazed smile. “You were right. He was a good first.”
At the very end, Damon pulled her close and drove into her hard, fast, until he filled her with a warm rush of release.
They collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs and breathless laughs.
Damon leaned over and kissed her forehead. “That was just the appetizer.”
Rachel smiled lazily, eyes half-closed. “Then I can’t wait for the main course.”
Whispers and Warnings
It was Wednesday. The campus was buzzing with lunchtime activity, with some students chatting on benches, others tossing footballs, and the sneaky ones whispering in their cliques. Rachel and Damon sat across from each other at a small staff patio table just outside the performing arts building. A few other teachers passed by with nods or waves, but no one lingered.
Damon had sent her a text a few days ago, telling her he was going to take her away to Santa Barbara this weekend. He told her he had “made arrangements with a few guys” to join them. When Rachel read it, the butterflies that seemed to have made their home in her stomach lately went crazy! This was actually happening!
They didn’t hide their friendship anymore. At this point, it would only look suspicious if they did. Rachel stabbed at her salad while Damon peeled a hard-boiled egg with slow, deliberate fingers. The sun warmed the concrete, and somewhere nearby, a band student practiced scales on a clarinet.
Rachel looked up from her fork. “You know this all feels so… normal. It’s almost dangerous.”
Damon smirked. “Like lunch with a colleague?”
She leaned in, lowering her voice. “More like lunch with the man who made me cum three times in one afternoon.” She gave a subtle smile, adding, “On a school day, no less.”
Damon chuckled, low and quiet. “Gotta keep that blood pressure down.”
They shared a knowing glance before he took a bite of his egg.
Rachel leaned in slightly. “I’ve been thinking about this weekend…about what it means that I’m even considering it.”
He studied her for a beat. “It means you trust me. And that you’re finally giving yourself permission to enjoy what turns you on.”
She nodded slowly, lips parted as if about to speak, but just then, the bell tower clanged to signal the end of lunch. Students began filtering back indoors.
“I’ll see you at the staff meeting?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
They stood together, brushing off crumbs. Rachel headed toward the drama building, while Damon took a longer loop around the central quad to get to his office.
As he passed the outdoor locker area, he caught a snippet of conversation from two Black sophomores leaning against the wall, their voices too loud for discretion.
“I’m tellin’ you, Ms. B got jungle feva,” one said, laughing.
“Bro, Mr. Damon tappin’ that white ass,” the other replied, high-fiving him.
Damon stopped mid-stride and turned slowly toward them.
“Gentlemen,” he said, voice calm but firm. “You wanna repeat that?”
The boys straightened up quickly, eyes widening. “Uh…nah, sir. Just talkin’.”
Damon stepped closer, towering over them. “You will show respect to every staff member on this campus, especially Ms. Blevins. She’s earned it. And if I ever hear you talk like that again, there’ll be consequences. You feel me?”
They both nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Damon lingered just a second longer, eyes locked on theirs, before turning and walking off toward the custodial office.
He wouldn’t mention it to Rachel just yet. Not because he was hiding it, but because he wanted her fully confident heading into Saturday, not looking over her shoulder. He’d share the story later, maybe that night when he called her. She deserved to know that he had her back, no matter what.
The Setup
By Thursday evening, Rachel had her cover story rehearsed and perfectly delivered. Over dinner with Brad and the boys, she casually brought up the “Annual Regional Drama Educators Conference,” claiming it was in Santa Barbara this year. Just a two-day event, Friday night through Sunday morning, with workshops on student monologue coaching, set design on a budget, and inclusive casting. She’d been “invited to co-lead” a breakout session on community engagement in public school theater.
Brad had responded with a mixture of pride and exhaustion. “You’re amazing, babe,” he said, refilling his glass of water. “We’ll miss you, but the boys and I will be fine.”
She smiled and thanked him. When he offered to drive her to the Amtrak station Friday morning, she quickly declined. “No need. Melissa from Ventura High is picking me up,” she said, naming a real drama teacher Brad wouldn’t think to verify. “We’re carpooling.”
It worked. Everything worked.
What Brad didn’t know was that “Melissa” was Damon, and they were meeting in the faculty parking lot after her final class on Friday, a minimum day schedule. She’d already packed her overnight bag with careful precision the night before, slipping it discreetly into the trunk of her car.
That morning, she wore one of her looser cardigans over a fitted black tank and mid-rise jeans. Simple makeup, loose waves in her hair. Professional enough for school, sexy enough for where she was headed.
When the bell rang at 12:30 and her classroom had cleared, Rachel locked up, grabbed her purse, and walked out toward Damon’s waiting pickup truck. Her pulse ticked up with each step. She slid into the passenger seat, exhaled.
He glanced at her. “Still on board?”
“Beyond,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.
Damon reached across and squeezed her thigh.
Arrival
The drive up the coast took just under two hours. Damon played a playlist of moody R&B and classic soul as the freeway blurred past. They didn’t talk much. Just light touches. Occasional smiles. At one point, he took her hand and kissed her wrist, then placed it over his thigh, near the bulge in his jeans.
They reached the Santa Barbara Royalton Hotel a little after 3:00 p.m. The valet opened Rachel’s door and she stepped out, blinking at the sudden shift in luxury. Damon had booked the Presidential Suite, just as promised.
A private elevator keycard took them to the top floor. The double doors opened into an elegant, sunlit expanse: high ceilings, expansive windows with ocean views, a full kitchen, a marble-tiled master bath with an oversized soaking tub, and a California king bed that looked like a throne.
“Damon…” Rachel whispered, setting her overnight bag down. “This is—”
“You deserve to feel spoiled,” he said, dropping his duffel near the bed. “This weekend is about you.”
She turned to face him. “And you. This is your fantasy too.”
He stepped forward, cupped her jaw, and kissed her. Softly, but with a hint of what was to come. When he pulled back, he said, “The guys will be here tomorrow night. Tonight? It’s just us. I want to start with something familiar.”
Rachel smiled, breath already quickening. “Malik?”
Damon nodded. “He’s driving up right after work. Should be here by 7.”
She glanced toward the massive bed. “And in the meantime?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You want to warm up?”
Her cheeks flushed with excitement.
“Always.”
The Morning After
Rachel stretched languidly under the crisp, high-thread-count sheets, her bare body tangled with Damon’s. The early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the Presidential Suite, casting soft gold across her flushed skin.
She was still pulsing from the night before.
“Mmm,” she hummed, turning toward Damon and curling into his side. “That man knows how to consume a woman, in every way.”
Damon chuckled deeply, tracing lazy circles on her hip. “Told you Malik was special.”
“I thought I was done after our first round… then the way he bent me over again…” she shook her head with a groggy, satisfied grin, “I don’t even remember climaxing. I just remember not wanting him to stop.”
“You didn’t want me to stop either,” Damon murmured, kissing her shoulder.
She nuzzled his neck. “You two together? Dangerous.”
He squeezed her ass playfully. “Glad you’re feeling warmed up.”
Pampering the Star of the Show
After breakfast in bed—eggs, fruit, and strong coffee—they spent a quiet mid-morning lounging in plush robes. Around 10:30, Damon handed her a gold-trimmed envelope.
“What’s this?” she asked, opening it.
“Your next indulgence,” he said. “Private massage. One hour. In-suite. Courtesy of yours truly.”
Rachel blinked. “You booked me a massage?”
“I want you relaxed,” Damon said. “You’ve got a big night ahead of you. You’re the event.”
She exhaled, already melting into the thought. “You’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve it.”
The masseur arrived right on time: an older woman with strong hands and a warm smile who introduced herself as Inez and instructed Rachel to disrobe and lie face-down under the heated blanket.
For the next hour, Rachel drifted in and out of blissful stillness. Inez worked tension from her shoulders, calves, glutes…everywhere. Rachel thought briefly about what her husband thought she was doing this weekend. Probably sitting in a breakout session about diversity in theater casting. She nearly giggled at the contrast.
When it was over, Inez nodded kindly and left her with a chilled bottle of water and the scent of lavender oil lingering in the room.
Rachel walked slowly back to the bedroom, her limbs loose and floating.
Damon was waiting for her on the bed, shirtless, scrolling his phone.
“Well?” he asked.
Rachel leaned down and kissed him gently. “Perfect.”
Damon watched her panty-covered ass bouncing gently as she walked away to the exquisite bathroom. “I need to bathe,” was all she said, turning back to give him a little wicked smile as she continued walking.
Damon smirked and shook his head, still in disbelief that he really was in a sexual relationship with the most beautiful teacher at his site.
He had taken her body countless times now, his mind drifting back to memories of their first time together…early in the pre-dawn light of the school’s maintenance shed. He could feel the blood beginning to fill his cock at the thought of fucking this gorgeous piece of womanhood! Tonight was going to be one for the books, and he considered himself lucky to be a part of it!
The Lingerie
When Rachel sauntered out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a white satin half bathrobe, she smiled at the sight of her hunky sex machine snoring quietly while splayed out in a chair, a football game playing on the mounted TV.
Then she saw that laid out at the foot of the bed was a sleek black box with a crimson ribbon.
Rachel sat down, untied the bow, and slowly opened the lid. Inside was an intoxicating black mesh and lace bodysuit, its floral embroidery framing the breast cups, sheer fabric gliding over the midriff, and a scandalously high thong back.
Damon stirred as she held the delicate clothing up from the box.
She blinked. “You want me to wear this tonight?”
Damon smiled as he stretched. “It’s not just for me. It’s for them too. They think you’re stunning.”
Her heart jumped.
“They’ve seen pictures?” she asked.
“Just a few,” he said, lifting his phone and swiping. “Nothing with your face, nothing you haven’t already let me take. One in your teacher outfit, one in the hotel lingerie set, and a couple of tasteful nudes. Enough to get them interested. Want to hear what they said?”
Rachel hesitated, but then nodded.
Quincy: Whew. She’s giving classy and nasty. That ass is built for worship. Tell her I’ll bring the incense and kneepads.
Dre: Yo. She looks edible. Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet and respectful… until she begs for more.
Rachel flushed and bit her lip. “They’re already in love with me.”
“No,” Damon said, stepping closer and taking her hand. “They’re in heat for you. But I’ve told them: respect is non-negotiable. You say stop, it’s done. You want to keep going, they’ll take you to the moon and back.”
“And you?” she asked softly.
Damon grinned. “You’re mine to finish in. No exceptions. I already made that clear.”
She touched the lace, imagining herself in it, imagining them seeing her in it.
“I’m nervous,” she whispered.
“You’re gonna be amazing,” he said. “And I’ll be right there with you.”
Welcome Party
By early evening, the presidential suite had been perfectly staged. The room glowed with soft golden lighting. Instrumental R&B hummed from hidden speakers. Champagne chilled in a silver bucket near a tray of bottled water and breath mints. A not-so-discreet black serving tray sat on the side table. Damon had carefully prepared “supply kit,” fully stocked with premium condoms and lube.
Rachel, dressed in a simple burgundy tight minidress that screamed, “I’m wanna get fucked tonight,” with the sheer black bodysuit Damon had chosen underneath, the look completed with black stay-up stockings and black heels, leaned slightly on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs crossed nervously. Her hair was freshly styled, her body still humming from the massage he’d surprised her with that morning, and her thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the memory of Malik between her thighs the night before.
A knock at the door startled her slightly. Damon touched her arm reassuringly and went to answer it.
The door opened to reveal Malik, looking just as commanding and irresistible as ever: broad shoulders in a fitted henley, smooth skin, and an easy smile that melted her anxiety instantly.
Rachel stood and grinned.
“Well hey again,” Malik said, stepping inside like he owned the room. “Couldn’t stop thinking about last night. You sure know how to ride a man, Rachel.”
She blushed, laughing softly. “I told Damon you knew how to devour a woman.”
Damon gave them both a knowing look. “I figured you two wouldn’t mind another rematch. Just… with an audience this time.”
A second knock.
The door to the suite opened with a confident click, and in strolled Quincy like he owned the place.
He wasn’t what Rachel was expecting. A little husky, with a soft flabby tummy that filled out his snug t-shirt, Quincy didn’t have the chiseled gym-body aesthetic of Damon or Malik. But what he did have was swagger, and plenty of it! His gold chain bounced lightly against his chest as he sauntered in, a relaxed smirk playing on his lips and his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Damon stood up to greet him. “Rachel, this is my boy Quincy.”
Before Rachel could respond, Damon added quickly, clearly anticipating her surprise, “Don’t let the belly fool you. Quincy’s got skills most dudes only dream about. The man is a problem…in the best way.”
Quincy chuckled, stepping closer and giving Rachel a respectful once-over. “Let’s just say I come fully equipped, sweetheart,” he said with a wink. “And I know how to make a lady real happy.”
Rachel felt a blush creep to her cheeks, but she couldn’t help the shy smile that spread across her face. There was something magnetic about Quincy: warm, confident, playful. He didn’t try to be what he wasn’t. He just showed up, oozing unapologetic charm.
And it was working.
“Damn,” he said, eyes locking on Rachel. “Even better in person. Damon’s been teasing us with these photos for days.”
Rachel smiled, suddenly feeling both powerful and small.
“Be gentle,” Rachel teased.
“No promises,” he winked.
The final knock was quieter.
Damon opened the door to Dre, who nodded politely and stepped in without flair. Short, stocky, and built like a wall, his dark eyes gave nothing away, but Rachel felt his gaze settle over her body like a warm weight.
“Rachel,” Damon said, “this is Dre. He and I work together at the district. Keeps to himself, but he’s loyal as hell.”
Dre’s voice was low and measured. “I’m not here to talk much. I’m here to make sure you don’t forget tonight.”
Rachel shivered.
Malik was already loosening his shirt. Quincy grabbed a flute of champagne and handed one to her. Dre crossed the room and settled into a nearby chair like he was claiming his spot.
Damon came up behind her again, his voice low against her ear. “They’re all here for you, Rach. All waiting to taste you, feel you, hear you cry out their names. But they’ll follow my lead.”
She nodded, heart pounding, body slick with anticipation.
He kissed the side of her neck, his hand resting on her hip. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”
Dancing in the Suite: The Warm-Up
The music pulsed low and sultry through the presidential suite’s surround speakers; R&B grooves with bass-heavy hip-hop slow jams, the kind that made the body want to move.
Rachel stood already in the center of the suite’s common room, bathed in moody amber lighting. The sheer black mesh bodysuit she wore clung to every curve of her toned, feminine frame. Beneath it, glimpses of the sexy black lingerie Damon had picked for her teased from underneath: a barely-there lace bra, an open-crotch thong, and a garter belt gripping her sheer thigh-highs. Her long red hair was down in soft waves, glowing warm under the lighting. Her heels gave her a statuesque elegance, but the expression on her face, somewhere between anticipation and arousal, made her utterly disarming.
Malik, Quincy, and Dre stood around her, eyeing her with a mix of reverence and hunger. Damon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, admiring his work with a smirk of satisfaction.
“Damn,” Quincy muttered. “This woman’s somethin’ else…”
“Like a redheaded goddess,” Dre added, licking his lips.
Damon chuckled. “She’s the real deal, fellas. Let’s make her feel that.”
The music swelled. Rachel began to move with it, hips swaying, arms lifting and tracing her own silhouette. The guys stepped in slowly: Malik, strong and smooth, grinding against her from behind as he whispered something in her ear; Quincy, suave and flirty, danced facing her, letting their hips touch as she ran her fingers across his bare chest; Dre, cool and intense, circled her like a panther, hands caressing her thighs and waist from the side.
As the tension built, the bodysuit began to come off.
Quincy peeled the shoulder straps down gently while kissing her neck. Dre unzipped the side, letting the mesh fall like silk from her hips.
Underneath, the lingerie gleamed against her pale skin. She looked like a decadent fantasy: exposed, adored, and thrillingly outnumbered.
The men grew bolder, stroking her bare skin, kissing her shoulders and throat, grazing fingers over lace and thigh.
Then Damon stepped forward, locking eyes with her, hands resting on her upper arms.
“Time to get on your knees, baby,” he said with calm authority.
Rachel felt her breath catch.
Gently, he eased her down to the thick rug at the center of the suite. Her heart pounded as she looked up at the four gorgeous, aroused men who now circled her.
Malik was first. She took him in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft as she bobbed and swirled her tongue with practiced ease. She stroked Quincy with her left hand, while her right reached behind her to rub Dre, who let out a low growl of approval.
The rotation began. She shifted between them, letting each man feel her lips, her tongue, her hands. They murmured praises, whispered filth, stroked her red hair, and groaned in approval.
“You got that ginger fire, girl…”
“She suckin’ cock like she’s starvin’ for it.”
“Damn, this the good kind of white trouble…”
Then Quincy, always eager to take initiative, sank to the floor and scooted beneath her. He guided her hips down onto his face, gripping her ass cheeks as he buried his mouth between her thighs.
Rachel cried out around Malik’s shaft, her entire body shivering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. She ground herself into Quincy’s face as her hands kept stroking the others. Malik groaned and let her mouth go for a moment, letting her catch her breath.
Dre stood to the side, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as he stroked himself, occasionally leaning in to kiss her breasts or run his tongue along her collarbone.
The mix of sensations, Quincy’s skilled tongue, the weight of Malik’s cock in her hands, Damon’s approving gaze, sent her spiraling. Her body tensed, then convulsed in pleasure as her climax crashed through her like a wave.
The men steadied her, eased her back onto her feet, kissed her neck and shoulders.
“You ready for the show, baby?” Damon whispered, holding her chin.
Rachel nodded breathlessly, her legs still trembling.
“Then let’s take this to the king’s chamber.”
The group moved together into the suite’s massive master bedroom.
The real celebration was just beginning.
To the Bedroom
The men flanked Rachel as she led the way through the suite, her skin still tingling from the attention in the common room. Now stripped down to just her black lace bra and crotchless panties, her pale curves seemed to glow in the low ambient lighting. Her red hair spilled in soft waves around her shoulders, tousled from dancing and groping fingers.
Damon walked just a step behind her, eyes glued to the way her bare ass peeked from beneath the lace, cheeks gently jiggling with every stride.
Quincy made his way toward the master bedroom with that same bounce in his step, pausing in the doorway to give Rachel a once-over and flash a grin that practically said, Yeah, this is about to happen.
“Lawd have mercy,” he muttered, barely loud enough for the others to hear. “We got ourselves a fuckin’ snow goddess tonight.”
Rachel smiled faintly at the compliment but didn’t turn around. She reached the king-sized bed, centered under a warm amber light. Without a word, she kicked off her heels and crawled slowly onto the plush mattress, arching her back just enough to draw a low grunt from Dre.
“Look at that arch,” he said, licking his lips. “This redhead knows how to present.”
Rachel turned her head just slightly, giving a sly, knowing glance to the four men watching her every move. Then she rolled onto her back, the satin of her bra catching the soft light, her legs parting just slightly in invitation.
Damon chuckled under his breath and nodded to the others. “Time to worship.”
“She got that PAWG energy, bro,” Quincy chuckled.
Rachel paused mid-crawl and turned her head, brows slightly raised. “What’s… PAWG?”
The guys laughed knowingly, but Damon just smirked from the armchair beside the bed. “I’ll tell you later.”
As she stretched out on her back, Dre knelt at the foot of the bed and ran his large, dark hands slowly up her pale calves, stroking and teasing until he reached her thighs. His thumbs pressed into the sensitive skin there, parting her legs gently.
“Oh fuck… she’s soaked,” Dre grinned.
Quincy was already at her side, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses along the upper swell of her left breast. Malik took the other side, cupping the fullness of her right one through the lace, then sliding his hand underneath the bra to feel her warm skin directly.
Rachel closed her eyes and moaned, overwhelmed by the sensuality of so many hands, lips, and voices. Her pussy throbbed with arousal as Dre leaned down, sliding his tongue through her wet folds with a long, teasing lick.
“I’m gonna taste me this pretty white pussy,” he said before diving in, his face buried between her thighs.
“Ohhh… yes,” Rachel whimpered.
As Dre licked and sucked with practiced rhythm, Malik shifted beside her, his thick cock already hard and heavy in his hand. Rachel turned her head toward him and wrapped her lips around the tip with ease, drawing a deep groan from his chest.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Malik growled. “That feels so fuckin’ good…”
Quincy, lying sideways near her feet, pressed his own cock against her free hand. Rachel began to stroke him rhythmically as she continued to suck Malik, all while Dre’s tongue drove her wild below.
“Shit… she multitaskin’ like a champ,” Quincy grinned. “White mommy got skills.”
Rachel moaned around Malik’s shaft, the vibrations only intensifying his pleasure. Quincy leaned in and gently sucked her nipple as his hand played with the other breast.
“She loves it,” Dre said between licks, now working two fingers deep inside her. “She’s squeezin’ my hand already.”
Rachel’s entire body tightened, her mouth going slack from Malik’s cock as the orgasm overtook her.
“Ohhhh fuck, yes!” she cried, clutching the sheets.
Dre slowly withdrew, licking his lips. “Damn, this pussy good,” he said with a grin.
Malik rolled on a condom with practiced ease as Dre backed away, and then moved between her legs. Rachel welcomed him with a deep breath and a lazy, satisfied smile.
“Ready for round two, baby?” he asked.
“Always,” she said softly.
Malik positioned himself and eased into her slick pussy, pushing deep with a steady, powerful motion. Rachel gasped at the fullness and the heat, wrapping her legs around him. Each thrust sent short sighs from her lips, and she turned her head to accept Quincy’s rather long cock into her mouth once more.
“Oh shit,” Quincy groaned, bracing himself against the headboard. “This white mommy nasty…”
“Don’t stop,” Rachel whispered, her mouth and body filled at both ends.
Malik picked up speed, pistoning into her with gritted teeth as Dre and Quincy held her legs up by the heels.
“Make that white pussy cream, Leek!” Damon called from his seat, stroking himself slowly.
Malik grunted, pushed to the edge by Rachel’s tightness and moans. “Fuck… this some fuckin’ tight pussy, I swear!”
With a final growl, he pulled out, letting Quincy take over.
Up close, the contrast between Damon and Malik was unmistakable. Quincy wasn’t ripped or even toned. He had a soft belly that curved out slightly, and his thighs rubbed as he walked. But he moved like a man who’d never once been told no, and wouldn’t care if he had. His confidence filled the room. He could see her looking back at him, unsure about what to expect from the heavy man with the long dick.
Quincy gave a slow nod. “Mmhmm. Might not have the six-pack, but I’ve got the tools. And I know how to use ’em.”
Rachel gave a small, uncertain smile; but something about his smooth tone, the glint in his eye, the weight of his confidence, sent a curious tingle down her spine.
“Just relax. I promise I’ll make you feel real good. The way you deserve.”
Quincy wasted no time. With a condom in place, he flipped Rachel onto her hands and knees and drove into her from behind, rough and relentless. Rachel cried out at the intensity, her face pressed into the pillows.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
Damon chuckled from the doorway. “Told you he had the tools.”
“Shiiit, that white cunt is grippin’ me!” he growled.
“Oh god, Quincy…”
“That’s it,” he murmured, rolling his hips with a rhythm that felt like music. “Just let go for me.”
She did.
Rachel had expected this to be a courtesy fuck, a curiosity. Instead, it was one of the deepest, most satisfying experiences of the weekend. His stamina was solid, his rhythm controlled. He knew how to pivot, how to build tension, how to whisper just the right thing to send her spiraling. She lost track of how many times she came.
Rachel moaned loudly as Dre and Damon stepped up in front of her, cocks ready. She sucked one, then the other, stroking them both as she was fucked from behind.
“You like dat Black dick, baby?” Dre asked.
“Mmmhmm… yes… all of you…” she breathed.
“You addicted now,” Quincy grunted from behind. “Look at this white mommy… she gone.”
The bed shook with every thrust. Rachel’s cries grew louder, her body bouncing as pleasure overtook her again.
“Oh…oh, yes! I’m cumming!” she shrieked, collapsing flat on her belly.
Dre moved into place next, condom already on, and slid into her easily, the slick mix of juices making the entrance effortless. He pounded her prone body as Damon knelt at her head. She licked his shaft from base to tip, then opened her mouth wide to take him in.
“That’s it, babygirl,” Damon said gently. “Show me how much you love this…”
Dre grunted, driving harder. “She creamin’ again, bruh!”
Rachel moaned around Damon’s cock, drunk on pleasure and praise.
Rachel lay gasping, her limbs boneless and her mind fogged with desire, her bra and panties removed long ago. She glowed with perspiration and satisfaction, her pale skin flushed, her red hair wild around her face as Dre pulled out, panting and sweaty, his condom glistening.
Damon reclined nearby, propped up on plush pillows, thick and ready. He extended a hand toward her with a smirk. “C’mere, Red.”
Still catching her breath, Rachel crawled toward him, hips swaying naturally. She swung a leg over his thighs and slowly sank down onto his bare, unsheathed shaft, her mouth falling open at the immediate, deeper sensation.
“Oh… God… Damon,” she gasped.
“That’s right,” he rumbled, gripping her hips. “Nice and slow. You know I like to feel all of you.”
She began to roll her hips, riding him with smooth, deliberate movements. Damon’s hands guided her, helping her find the perfect rhythm. Her moans were soft and continuous, lips parted as her head rolled back in bliss.
Quincy and Malik stepped closer, now standing on either side of her as she bounced atop Damon’s cock. Their dark cocks stood firm, and Rachel instinctively reached out with both hands, stroking them in sync as she rode Damon, her thighs trembling from the effort and excitement.
“You makin’ us proud, baby,” Quincy said, grinning as her hand slid up and down his shaft. “Nasty little redheaded schoolteacher slut…”
“You like that cream on your pretty white pussy, huh?” Malik growled, brushing her damp hair from her cheek. “You ain’t goin’ back after this.”
Rachel whimpered in response, her whole body shaking as she ground down on Damon harder.
“That’s it, ride that Black cock,” Damon growled, holding her firmly as she quickened her pace. “Show these boys how a white MILF gets it done.”
All around her, the men watched, cocks in hand, stroking slowly as the room filled with the sounds of wet skin, moans, and sultry music still playing low in the background.
Rachel threw her head back again, crying out. “I’m gonna come… Damon—!”
“Do it, baby,” he said through clenched teeth. “Make a fuckin’ mess on me.”
She came with a cry, her body convulsing as she collapsed forward onto his chest, twitching and gasping, still holding onto the cocks on either side of her.
Damon kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear, “That’s my girl…”
Final Round: All Eyes on Rachel
Damon was still lying back, slick and glistening beneath her, catching his breath. Rachel’s body trembled slightly as she eased off his cock, her thighs still quivering, skin flushed and glowing from the orgasm he had just coaxed out of her. She fell forward gently onto the mattress, letting her body melt into the center of the bed.
The men circled her like lions admiring their queen, their dark bodies moving closer. She heard the soft crinkling of wrappers; more condoms being opened, rolled down over thick shafts.
“You ready for a little more, baby?” Damon asked, brushing his hand gently across her lower back.
Rachel turned her face toward him, eyes glassy and burning with lust. “Yes… yes, I want more…”
Quincy chuckled. “Look at this white mommy… she addicted.”
Dre added with a grin, “I think she wants to get fucked stupid.”
Rachel gave a breathy laugh, still half-sprawled on the bed, and teased back, “Prove it.”
Malik leaned in and grinned down at her. “You like dat Black dick, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” she whispered, biting her lip. “So much…”
The Train Begins
Malik was first to slide in again, now taking her from behind, his thick shaft plunging into her with ease thanks to her slick readiness. Rachel grunted with each deep stroke, clutching the bedding.
“I’ve said it before,” Malik muttered through clenched teeth, pounding into her with steady force, “That’s some Cadillac pussy right there…”
Quincy stood in front of her, stroking himself. “C’mere, Red,” he said, guiding her mouth onto his cock again as Malik thrust behind her. Rachel’s moans were muffled as she bobbed her head, alternating strokes with her mouth and hands.
“You see how that PAWG takes it?” Dre murmured to Damon, grinning. “She built for it.”
“PAWG?” Rachel panted when Quincy slipped from her mouth for a beat.
Damon smiled from the side. “Phat Ass White Girl. From Black men, it’s a huge compliment. Trust me.”
Rachel gave a naughty little grin. “I’ll take it.”
Malik groaned low in his throat as he began to climax, burying himself deep inside the condom. Rachel cried out with his final thrusts, feeling his intensity rock through her.
He pulled out slowly, panting and proud, giving her ass a soft slap. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about…”
Dre took his place, flipping Rachel onto her right side her left leg draped over her right, knees bent slightly, and her ass and slick pussy lay on the bed like a sacrificial offering.
“I ain’t done fuckin’ this lily-white teacher cunt,” he muttered with a smirk, earning chuckles from the others.
He entered her with force, plunging deep and hard, and Rachel cried out again, her arms thrown above her head. Damon and Malik took turns feeding her their cocks, each one receiving a wet, hungry welcome. Rachel’s breasts rolled and bounced with Dre’s pumping action.
Dre pistoned into her as if to drive every last moan from her lungs. “This pussy was made to be used,” he grunted. “You gonna let all of us fuck the classroom discipline outta you, huh?”
“Y-yes!” Rachel gasped.
She came again with a high, wailing cry that broke into stuttering gasps, her legs trembling in Dre’s hold.
He groaned as he followed her, his own climax shaking his frame as he emptied himself into the condom. “Fuck, that was tight…”
He withdrew gently, and Quincy moved back into position, eager to end the night the way they started: with her riding.
“On top again, teacher,” he said, patting his lap.
Rachel didn’t hesitate, swinging a leg over him and slowly lowering herself down. The men around her watched, admiring her flushed body, her stamina, her complete surrender to the pleasure of the night.
Damon stood behind her now, gently tugging her hair back and whispering filth into her ear as she rode Quincy.
“You know I love watching you like this,” he breathed. “You take that dick like it belongs to you…”
Rachel whimpered, her hips grinding, Quincy hands gripping her waist tight.
When Quincy came with a shudder and groan, Rachel followed seconds later, her orgasm rolling through her like a slow-burning fire.
Damon Finishes It
Damon guided her forward, helping her into a final doggystyle position, her body slick and worn, but still trembling with desire.
“This one’s mine,” he said possessively.
She smiled faintly over her shoulder. “It’s all yours.”
He drove into her with steady, claiming thrusts. The others watched, still catching their breath, as Damon took his time with her. Rachel reached between her legs, stroking herself, chasing one more climax.
And she found it, arching, gasping, twitching around him.
Damon threw his head back with a groan and emptied himself deep inside her. When he pulled out, his thick load spilled out of her pussy, shocking even the others.
“Daaamn,” Dre said, grinning. “That’s a whole pint right there.”
Quincy laughed and removed his condom, adding it to the others on the bed. “Looks like she got baptized.”
One of them drizzled his leftover contents down the crack of her ass. Rachel let out a shuddering exhale and collapsed, a satisfied smile frozen on her face.
Afterglow
Damon handed out chilled water bottles as the men laughed and recapped the highlights of the night, still naked or in boxers, casually sprawled across the suite’s enormous bed or lounging nearby.
Rachel eventually stirred, rising slowly and murmuring, “I need a shower… desperately.”
She padded off to the bathroom with a sway in her step, the bathroom door clicking closed behind her.
Damon’s Private Conviction
The suite had grown quieter by the minute, the once thunderous soundtrack of moans and deep voices now replaced by laughter, low voices, and the rustle of clothing. One by one, the men emerged freshly showered or toweling off, pulling shirts over muscled torsos and slipping into jeans, sweatpants, or gym shorts.
Damon stood near the door, offering handshakes, back slaps, and dap as each of them filed out.
“Y’all some wild-ass dudes,” he muttered with a grin as Dre bumped fists with him on the way out.
Quincy grinned, tugging a hoodie over his head. “You sure know how to pick ’em, D.”
Malik was last. He paused beside Damon, his face still glistening with a hint of sweat. “You weren’t lying, bro,” he said. “That woman’s something else.”
Damon nodded slowly. “She is.”
Malik cracked a grin. “I said it before, I’ll say it again: Cadillac pussy!”
They both laughed quietly, then shared one final nod before Malik stepped out into the hallway and disappeared behind the closing door.
And just like that, Damon was alone.
The silence felt thick. Almost sacred. The lights were dimmed, the R&B playlist long finished. Only the low hum of the suite’s refrigerator filled the air. A few used condoms were scattered near the trash, alongside empty water bottles, a towel, and Rachel’s sheer black bodysuit, which had been left slung over the back of a chair like a flag of conquest.
Damon looked around slowly, absorbing the aftermath. The bed still bore the deep imprint of their bodies. A scene of pleasure, power, and release.
But it wasn’t just satisfaction humming in his chest.
It was concern.
Damon spotted Rachel’s unlocked phone sitting face up on the kitchen counter. She had left it there right before going to take her shower. He couldn’t resist the opportunity to collect the contact information for a certain person in her life. He picked it up, glancing toward the bathroom door, his heart beating faster. He quickly found her Contacts, and found the number he was looking for. He memorized it before setting the phone back down.
Rachel had given herself so completely, mind, body, soul. Not just to him, but to the new life he’d helped unlock in her. She was more radiant now than ever. More confident. More curious. More… alive.
And yet, this phase of her life had been born entirely in secret.
Damon rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how close June felt. How quickly time was slipping through his fingers. California was expensive. His new role in Tennessee was everything he’d worked for. But leaving her? Leaving this?
She didn’t just need him for the sex. She needed him for the freedom he gave her.
Which begged the question…
What happens to Rachel when he’s gone?
He exhaled through his nose and leaned against the armrest, eyes drifting toward the bathroom where the soft sound of the shower still ran behind the closed door.
He knew what she’d say, that Brad can’t ever find out.
But what if Brad could be part of it?
What if Damon could give Rachel something even deeper than the hottest night of her life?
What if he could give her a future?
He didn’t have all the answers yet. But the idea was there now, planted like a seed.
And as he listened to the water stop and imagined Rachel drying her hair, slipping into her favorite green satin pajamas, and returning to him with those sleepy, glowing eyes…
Damon knew the time had come to tell her everything.
And maybe, just maybe, plant that seed.
Afterglow and Revelation
Rachel emerged from the steamy bathroom in her short green satin pajama set, cheeks flushed and hair wrapped in a towel. She looked freshly scrubbed but emotionally raw, as if the heat of the shower had only just begun to wash away the intensity of what had taken place.
Damon stood by the minibar, cracking open a cold bottle of water. He turned when he saw her and gave a soft smile.
“Well damn,” he said, handing her the bottle, “you clean up nice.”
Rachel let out a breathy laugh as she took the water and padded barefoot over to the couch. “I needed that. I still feel like I’m glowing.”
Damon joined her, sitting close, letting his thigh press lightly against hers. “You are glowing.”
Her face beamed. “Damon, I have to tell you, that was just about the best sex I’ve ever experienced.”
He smiled at her, but said nothing.
“I mean, the guys you chose were just perfect! The way they worshiped my body, the way they handled me, the way they made me… you know,” she hesitated.
“The way they made you cum, over and over?” he grinned wickedly.
“Yeah. That part,” she giggled.
They sat in silence for a few beats, sipping and decompressing. Rachel leaned her head on his shoulder, eyes soft and content.
But Damon felt a shift inside. A weight pressing forward.
Now was the time.
He exhaled quietly through his nose and tilted his head toward her.
“Rach… there’s something I need to tell you.”
She lifted her head, sensing the change in tone. “What is it?”
“I got offered a position,” he said slowly. “Director of Custodial Services. Full-time, year-round, benefits… whole package.”
Rachel blinked, surprised. “Wait…here? In the district?”
Damon shook his head. “Tennessee. They’ve been recruiting for a while. I didn’t think it would actually go through. But it did.”
Her smile faltered completely. “Tennessee?”
“I’m moving in June.”
She sat upright, the news landing like a stone in her chest. “You’re moving?” she echoed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were even applying somewhere else?”
He sighed, resting his forearms on his knees. “I didn’t want to make a big deal unless it happened. Plus… California’s been getting too damn expensive. This new role nearly doubles my pay, and the cost of living out there is half.”
Rachel stared at the floor, trying to process it.
Three months. That’s all they had left.
The sting behind her eyes came fast, but she blinked hard, trying not to cry. “You’re really leaving.”
“I am,” he said gently.
She nodded slowly, the weight of reality sinking in. “I guess I always knew this was temporary, but… I didn’t expect it to end like this. So soon.”
Damon reached out and took her hand.
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking… about how much this has meant to you. To us. You’ve found something here, something wild, something real. And it kills me to think you’ll have to lock it away again after I’m gone.”
Rachel looked up at him, eyes wary.
“You’re not talking about another gangbang, are you?”
He chuckled softly. “No. I’m talking about maybe… bringing Brad into the loop.”
She stiffened.
“I mean it,” Damon said. “If there’s a chance he could understand, even if it shocks him at first, maybe he could be part of this. Not the same way I am, obviously. But he’s your husband. And I’ve seen how much you’ve changed these past few weeks. You like who you’ve become.”
Rachel looked shaken. “Damon… if Brad found out about all this, he’d never look at me the same. I could lose him. I could lose everything.”
“But maybe you wouldn’t,” he offered. “Maybe it’s not about losing. Maybe it’s about growing into something new.”
She pulled her knees up on the couch and hugged them, looking so much smaller than she had during the confident, carnal heights of the night.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I want to keep this part of me alive. I do. But I’m scared.”
Damon nodded, rubbing her back slowly. “Then we don’t rush it. We don’t push. We keep doing what we’re doing. Quietly. Until I go.”
Rachel turned her face into his chest, burying the swell of her emotion in the warmth of his body.
“I don’t want you to go,” she murmured.
“I know, baby,” he said, holding her tightly. “I don’t want to go either.”
And for a long moment, they sat like that. Holding each other. Quiet. Worn out. Uncertain.
But still connected.
Still them.
The Ride Back
The ride home was quiet.
Rachel sat in the passenger seat of Damon’s truck wearing an oversized hoodie, her legs curled up beneath her. Beneath the fabric, her body still hummed from the hours of indulgence. Every shift of her hips reminded her of hands gripping her waist, of lips on her breasts, of Damon’s final, possessive climax that had claimed her all over again. Her thighs were still faintly sticky, even after her long, cleansing shower.
She watched the morning traffic pass by through the window, a dull ache settling into her hips and lower back. But she didn’t mind. The ache was welcome. Earned.
Damon glanced over at her, one hand casually on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh. Neither spoke for the first twenty minutes. There was no need. Words would only shrink the memory.
When they pulled into the school parking lot, her SUV was waiting where she’d left it two days before.
She hesitated as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
“You good?” Damon asked.
Rachel gave him a wistful smile. “Yeah… just trying to hold onto this a little longer.”
“You don’t have to let it go yet,” he said softly. “Not until I’m gone.”
She leaned over and kissed him, slow and deep. “Thank you… for everything.”
“You’re welcome. And it’s not over, baby. Not yet.”
She nodded, then stepped out, walking to her car slowly, sore in the sweetest way. Damon watched her until she drove off, disappearing around the corner.
Epilogue: The Stillness
The house was empty when Rachel got home.
Brad had taken the boys to a movie and texted her earlier asking if she wanted them to bring dinner back. She’d told him no; she was exhausted from the “conference” and just wanted to rest.
Now, she moved through the still house barefoot, hair damp again from a second quick rinse. She padded across the carpet in her green satin pajamas, her legs bare beneath the flowing fabric.
She walked to the bathroom and stood before the mirror.
The woman staring back at her had changed. Her skin looked flushed, her lips fuller somehow. Her eyes, slightly puffy from lack of sleep, held a strange shimmer.
She looked down at the faint red marks on her thighs, still visible. She touched them gently, remembering each grip, each name, each voice calling her a good girl.
Rachel wandered to the living room and sank into the couch, curling up under a throw blanket. The silence was deafening after the pulsing music, the laughter, the moans.
She stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly.
How could she go back to “normal”? PTA meetings. Staff lunchrooms. Reading lines with teenage actors while pretending she wasn’t still dripping inside.
Brad would be home soon. She would smile. She would ask about the movie. She would kiss him softly and maybe offer a foot rub. He would think she was sweet. Loving. Grateful for his support.
But deep down, she would remember this weekend as the moment she stepped off the stage of her carefully scripted life… and into something primal, unscripted, and uncontainable.
And the curtain had only just begun to rise.
–TO BE CONTINUED…
