It scared me. I didn't want the power. It made me ashamed. I didn't have her purity of emotion. I felt I never would. It made me feel poor, a mistress...s son, a gigolo in training."What does it feel like?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled and then horrified. "I'm sorry. I don't understand." You have to!" she yelled."Then tell me," I said quietly. "Please."She took a damp breath and said, "It can't be explained. Millions of words and no one's got it down." Try," I insisted."I dreamed of today. Again I felt that yearning down deep in my gut. My inner self said, yes now, and I repeated her words aloud. He kissed my neck again and any doubt was gone. I kissrd the side of his head and he pulled back and our lips met. It was only a chaste kiss, one like we had often shared before. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. We kissed again, hard this time but still chaste. Then we moved together. We stood and rushed to my bedroom. With trembling fingers I hurriedly began to unbutton his shirt. .." I gasped, grunting out one word with each pounding stroke,"must... stop..." Shh, it's ok, sweetheart. I love you and want you to have this." Iwas shaking my head violently."Must... unh... not... aah... come...", pant, pant, "in... me!" It's ok, honey, you'll be back to normal tomorrow. It's ok." Again Iwas frantically shaking my head even as I felt a wave of orgasmicpleasure break over me and threaten to drown all resistance."That... God!... would... oh... that... feels... so... good!" . Jennifer kicked her high heeled boots on the box wall in protest. The box lid opened with a slamming of wood and she felt him lifting her out. He had very strong arms and easily picked the wriggling bound beauty up, allowing her to stand on her quaking heels. She still couldn't see or speak the gag now almost part of her body. Her legs gave way and she stumbled to her knees.The Doc helped her like the concerned physician, stroking the side of her rubber clad cheek caressing her long pony tail.