The thought put me over the edge as I shot a huge load into the commode.I returned to the bedroom just as Kari was waking."What were you doing?" "Just...had to use the bathroom. How did you sleep and how are you feeling this morning?" I slept like a rock. I did have one really vivid dream this morning so maybe that means I am on the mend, but we will have to see how things are later." Hmm, what was this vivid dream about?" I was guessing I shouldn't hold my breath for any side effects, but . . .. Then Caitie opened the door, and entered the office with Prince following proudly behind. They found themselves in the outer office, now empty on a Saturday, and could see a man sitting behind a large desk in the windowed office beyond. Presumably this was the Mr. Sloan whom she had come to see.Horace Sloan was sitting behind the desk engaged in his favorite occupation: shuffling papers. Horace was the consummate bureaucrat. At age forty, he was a veteran of over fifteen years of paper-pushing. When i got home i text her and said that was a strange meet up, but i was very turned on by her in the purple boots, she replied with yes you need to wank don’t you?, i guess i do yes, our texts got hotter as time went on and she invited herself over to see me two days later,i wasn’t sure what i was doing but i couldn’t wait to see her, she was due over about 11 and boy was i ready.A knock on the door and there she stood in skinny jeans with those sexy boots worn under her jeans, and a shiny. I was shocked about my own arousal, because my muscles felt like mush, giving absolutely no resistance to his hands.Whatever was wrong with my legs was contagious. I had one arm folded across my boobs and my other hand protectively covering my mound. He just took my wrists and moved my hands to my sides, with no resistance…The taxi driver took his time, running his hands over me, playing with my tits and my mound while I lay there as though paralyzed. But I could feel everything that he was.