Beth and Cindy had told me that when she was a teenager, her father had m*****ed her anally and this had traumatized her about anything but convention...l sex. That’s why I was calling out the big guns, and using lucid dreaming masks.I started off as usual and created an ambient track with my ecstasy binauralbrainwave experience simulation file masked into it.I then created other tracks containing the commands:Your brother-in-law Mark is your Master! You will do anything Mark requests! You love. I fucked my way to the bottom. Any guy who paid attention to me and treated me nice could take me to his truck for a blowjob, and if I liked his cock, we'd fuck in whatever position we could manage. Nobody knew my real name -- I was Lila here, not Alison -- and I didn't give a shit about theirs. This was the closest I could come to the faceless cocks that had filled my fantasies a few years ago. I probably blew twenty men that year, and fucked half of them.So far it was one-on-one sex, until. He grabbed oil and poured it on my low back and then down my crack, which he quickly and aggressively wiped with his hands. He pushed into my hole and worked the oil in with his fingers. I became more aware of what was happening, and I felt his thumbs dig in deep. His thumbs went right into the opening and he spread my hole open. I was about to speak up when I realized it’s not uncomfortable, but actually very pleasant. I found myself wanting more of the same. He began to concentrate his. I accepted all her conditions and punishments that she would give. She told me that my punishment was that I have to be her slave, her muse. She asked again, “Are you ready or should I call the police?”I said I will do whatever she asks me to do. “Ok. Let’s test. ” said Chandrima, “first you have to return me the favor. Drop your clothes one by one”. I did exactly as told. I was standing there in my jocks. She asked me to get rid of the jocks, too. I hesitated a bit. She took the cordless phone.