He came in front of me.Then he told me to do shavasan and to relax all muscles for 5 minutes. He told me in Shavasana you need to be in sleeping mode ...nd not feel anything. Even you should not feel the air. All your muscles should be relaxed. You should not react even if I pinch. I nodded.Then he made me lie on my back and made me close my eyes. He suddenly pinched my right hand. I said, “Ouch.” He told me that you have to control. I said, “Ok.” Then again he pinched me but now I was in. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts. Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns. Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with. I understand that I was under their control but I wasn’t about to be their hitman, henchman, or executioner for any crimes they wanted committed.“Fine” I huffed, determined to stick my ground on this one, “Let’s go.”She walked me to her office and unlocked the door. Letting me go first, she pushed me into her office. I heard the door close and turned around to face her.“Look, I didn’t fuck her because I thought it would be crossing a line.” I defended, before she could say anything.“What are. "Are you okay? Does it feel good?" It feels amazing. Don't you dare stop now!"So, as the lady wished, I kept pumping into her, going faster and faster while also stroking her erect cock. I pulled out and turned her over on all fours, taking her bra off as well. This was how I loved it, such an amazing women on all fours in front of me, only wearing her garter belt and stockings, waiting for me to fuck her silly. Her big, round tits now hanging freely seemed almost hypnotic. I grabbed onto her.