The silence hung between them for what seemed like an eternity.'Hello?' she said, breaking the spell and seeming to laugh at his discomfort without ma...ing it seem like she was.'Hi, G' he finally managed as he took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, gently brushing them against her knuckles. She smiled and possibly blushed at his touch, well he hoped it was his touch.'Shall we?' She asked gesturing further down the street to the inn they were going to visit. He stood for a second still. Henderson, shouldn't we be starting our lesson?" Of course, I was aware that we were beginning another kind of lesson, one that I had to admit I was enjoying."I know, as only a wife can, how good that feels, Nancy," Mrs. Henderson said. "You mustn't resist." I tried not to, but when Mr. Henderson began to move his fingers closer to the crotch of my panties, I held his hand, and tried to pull it out of my dress. I did not try very hard. He ignored my effort. It sounds crazy, but I thought it. I knew that I had better feed soon, or I was going to lose control. "It is very hard to control it when you are new. Have some patients, we will feed very soon Cheyenne." Just as she said that, the waitress delivered to us our red wine and two playboy looking men stood at our tables waiting for an invitation to join us. Rebecca motioned for them to sit and they both took no time seating themselves. "Stare at yours, you can hypnotize him by just a mere thought," she whispered to me in a. They did this for several minutes, allowing him to breathe and recover some before unshackling him from the horse. It took some time, and repeated assurances from the women, for him to come out of his pain- and endorphin-induced fog enough to realize his ordeal was over.One on each side, the women helped him stand up. He gratefully accepted the help, resting most of his weight on their strong arms for several minutes while he breathed heavily and regained some strength.When they felt he had.