I felt great again and told Sal so. “I don’t want to undress you now, I want to dress you again, put a full slip on you, and dress you in a pretty...dress” she said. “Come over to the wardrobe, and choose a dress, any one you like that fits you.” They were all top quality dresses, most would have cost hundreds, and one or two would have been in the low thousands, I guessed. Sal’ told me what they cost new, and how much they cost “Discounted,” when she bought them. There was a big difference, but. I just knew there was no quick way home. I turned on the radio to try and catch a traffic update. Luckily, they told me of a crash on the interstate and the workaround was the main drag through the center of town. That made my route a bit easier as I took a couple of side streets that I knew were one-way and had only some stop signs and virtually no traffic lights for several miles.Using this means of my route, I got home much sooner than I anticipated. However, was I caught by surprise. When I. ........... I feel the beads of sweat run down my back --- i feel my head start to spin ---- the noises are getting distant ----- I hear Mick talking to me but it is as though he is in the distance ----- suddenly i fall over on the bed ---- basically i have passed out --- my arms are tied behind my back stilll --- Mick said i just keeled over --- he was killing his self with laughter as he talked me through it !!!! Fuck i say -- i could have died !!! and then i start laughing at the stupid. Not about to give into the orgasm, he paces himself and finds that after almost an hour he is still rock hard and his erection is throbbing, pulsing into her but no orgasm for him. She is almost comatose as his knob pounds her against the soft ground. In this dream state brought on by something organic in substance, he slides back and forth like a bobsled team or skier just before making their run. Now he is a machine. A piston rod thrusting back and forth like an engine. His body has left his.