"Heck, yeah!" was my instant reply. "Are you as turned on as I am?" "Well, I didn’t need much help, you know. You are a scorching hot woman, and r...ght now, you meet my needs!" I rasped out. You’re not going to make me walk out in public right now, are you?" "I am hungry. What are you doing for supper?" I replied, "I have no plans. What are you game for?" "I know a good deli in the mall, they’re still open. Is that OK?" Marisa asked with a rather soft voice. "Sure." "You know, you haven’t. He had a tiny smirk, but mostly a look of concentration as he thrustedinto me. He raised an eyebrow and took his left hand off my hip andgrabbed my hair into a ponytail at the shoulder blade. He kept holdingit as he started thrusting harder. It didn't hurt in the least. Thethought of being dominated so completely only enhanced my arousal.Giving up control to someone I trusted so deeply felt liberating.I came a few seconds afterwards, but Cat didn't stop fucking me.Instead, he started. She writes about about everything they did this weekend, as well as the feelings and conversations she shared with Rosy. As she writes, her words express what she's feeling inside. She giggles as she reads them back to herself.She ends up writing five pages before realizing she needs to get ready for work. There isn't enough time for meditation, but still plenty of time to get dressed and make her lunch.She feels a let-down when she gets into Jerry's work clothes. Like the time she was getting. The instructor went much slower with Philip. He put him into a light trance and then took him out and kept doing that. Each time Philip seemed to go into a deeper trance. Pretty soon the three-hour session was over. It was a once a week course, taught on Saturday from nine A.M. to noon. After class we went to the common area to eat and catch up on our experience. Several others in the class came with us to talk about what happened. I wished they weren’t there but I certainly couldn’t say.