I... don't... know... I..." Kristy, are you feeling all right?"The strange sensation swept over her more powerfully now. Her eyes were open but they w...re glazed as her mind was rapidly surrendering to this... what?Try as she might, Kristy seemed unable to focus either her eyes or attention on anything other than the feeling that she was no longer in control, that she was being guided, forced to submit -- but to what?The words came slowly and without feeling as if her thoughts were totally. "When he wakes up, feed him plenty of water and orange juice. Make him a rich chicken broth with plenty of garlic and only a little salt. He's pretty dehydrated, but not quite bad enough for a saline drip."He paused and looked at her severely, "Is there any good reason why I should refrain from calling the police?" he asked."Oh no. Please don't call the cops. They shot me." The young man tried to rise up off the bed and collapsed."Could I have reasoned more eloquently on why not to call them?". "Oh, ok," I replied curiously. "What are you..." Hang on," she interrupted. "I'm going to put the laptop in the kitchen. I'm going to put you on mute too, kay?" Yeah, sure."The screen flickered wildly as she walked down the hallway with her laptop. Pictures, wall, floor, then kitchen floor tile all danced across my screen. Finally I saw her shirt as she set her computer on the kitchen counter. I expected her to adjust the camera up so I could see her face, but she adjusted the camera lower,. I arranged to leave my hotel room slightly ajar and be ready and waiting bum in the air with a pair of white boxers on.half an hour later i heard the door go and some one enter the room, the lights were dimmed and I caught a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision. I heard a grunt of approval and the sound of him undressing. The next thing I felt was my boxers being pulled to one side and a hot wet tounge pushing on my puckered ass hole I let out an involuntary moan and pushed back as hard as I.