It might be my desire to be in control, or the image I have of myself.”“I think that is a problem Marge. If you wish, I can help you overcome thos... blocks. To do that you are going to have to trust me. To let me assume control for a while. Are you willing to try?”“Jim I have not had an orgasm such as the one I had during my trance in years. If you can get that to happen again for me I would be the happiest of women.”“Okay, first things first. You are going to go through that door into the. Stian and I are butted and stalled down on our vast, snug, and cozy settee, grasping and clasping each other well and lovingly. He is the one who is taking me in his muscular, virile, and well-built safeguarding arms and I am sloping and tilting and heeling myself against his chest leisurely and at my own relaxation and breathing space. He is carrying in his hands pictures of us when we were first falling in love and I am eyeing and scouring through at them in a laid-back and lazy comfortable. My behavior was becoming so irresponsible I had to laugh at myself. My intention was to cool things down and behave myself for one day, but it looked like that plan was out the window. I must have looked ridiculous. A 42-year old woman standing there with her pants down to her knees, sniffing her own dirty panties encrusted with her youngest son's day-old seed, and masturbating like some kind of deranged sex deviant. "You're a nasty little boy, Timmy," I moaned. "You like jerking off into. " You can Vicky, it's important to me, but my names Sandra, Sandy to my friends."She looked up at me and reached a hand out to squeeze mine."I'm gay Miss, er... Sandy, ever since I started working here, with you, you've been my idol. You're so bloody cool, you dress perfectly, you don't have a hair out of place, your clothes are always just right, there's never been a hint of a scandal about you, nothing, nothing at all and yet you act as if you don't even know my bloody name!" You're name's.