..3...you are becoming aware ofyour surroundings...2...you are opening your eyes...1.. and you are awake.Wow that was some dream. It tells me a lot."...the psychiatrist said."Uh huh" It tells me your entire story. You always knew you were different fromthe other boys. But, you tried to fit in. You thought the best way tofit in and prove you was just as much of a boy as everyone else was to begood in sports. But you weren't really happy and when you became ateenager you knew you liked boys. Once in the bedroom, he began kissing me and urging me tokiss him back. I did, as if I was in some form of trance or under theinfluence of some sort of drug. He turned me round and unzipped the dressand I took it off, then in the corset and stockings and still wearing theshoes, he laid me on the bed and began making love to me.The activity seemed to go on much of the night and I know I gave himfellatio, he used my backside, replacing the plug after he had depositedhis sperm in it and finally. Better yet, the images focused on the evolution of his expressions. The boy, Jason presumably, was watching something outside the shot. I would lay tall money that he was watching Sheila, in her full Dominatrix mode.There were so many levels of this, I could not begin to sort it out. My first urge was to shove Sheila aside and camp at that computer for the next two days. Since that was not possible, I had to focus on why I was shown this spectacle. That led to who had shown me. The answer to. Use your fingers like yourtongue. Go on. Get busy down there."I began to diddle her. My thumb massaged her clitoris. I stroked andprobed. She ground against my hand and bit my ear. I felt trapped,like some helpless maiden in the grip of a cruel lover. My wife keptme at it until she had a screaming climax. I fingered her through theafterglow like I usually did with my mouth. At last she took my wristand moved my hand away. But she kept it going until it was under mynose."Smell that. .