..... welltrashy did I?" No," I admitted "but I got into a bit of trouble and my makeup had to berepaired. That was a very embarrassing experience." ... bet" she relied looking directly at the large cameo on my choker and guessingexactly why I needed new makeup. Just then Rose walked into the front room andTrish was in for another shock. I have to admit I was a bit surprised too. Rose was wearing, or almost wearing, a leather lingerie dream. Black seamedstay-ups, 6" stiletto heels, tight. ” Tina pondered “There’s no way I could mess with Chad but hearing about that mom and her desires for her son, that was just hot.” She needed reassurance “I’m not some sort of monster am I Andy?” “Of course not Honey, it’s just something that turned you on. That’s no different than being turned on by certain colors, or role playing, or what ever. We can’t control our sexual desires. We can only control what we do with them. Look at me, for the first time in my life I think I might be bisexual,. ‘I am not a symptom of schizophrenia, nor am I a symptom of dissociative identity disorder. In fact – I am here to help you.’ ‘Help me?’ the man tries to understand what is going on. ‘How did you get here? Who are you? Where are you?’ ‘You are going to change now,’ the voice states in a mantric voice. ‘You need a powerful experience to break through your writer’s block.’ Silence. ‘You are to listen carefully,’ the voice states. ‘The discomfort of paralysis is necessary.’ ‘To what?’ the man. A long slender finger presses on my vulva, and I welcomed it into me. I can feel it long and slim like a probe exploring. Suddenly I tense when the finger withdraws from me, I feel it trail down under me, to touch and cause me to gasp in shock as it presses against my virgin ring. The tongue and lips return to my sex and my torturer begins again. Now I cannot hold back, my three protagonists are women, and they all know their own bodies and of course mine. Two are squeezing my nipples together.