The girl collapsed, knowing she'd get no more stimuli. It had been more than three days since she'd slept now. He and Freda and Marc, as well as a cou...le of other trusted assistants, had fondled and abused and manipulated the young woman's body hour after hour after hour, until now she was a raw mass of burning nerve endings.It was, he knew, almost time. Just as he glanced at the clock the door opened and Freda strode through. She was wearing thigh high leather boots with six inch heels sharp. My newfound power to enter Mom's dream and actually to be able to take part was sending me down a dark road that maybe I should have avoided. However, I was too lost in my lust for Mom now.The next morning at breakfast, Mom didn't say much. Even though I tried to make some small talk with her, she seemed off, and I figured it had to do with what happened last night. So I decided to give her a couple of days before I attempted to enter her sleep again.Once Mom seemed to be back to her usual. Did it mean that Jay had an afternoon date with a prostitute? She didn't want to believe that; after all, his work as a private investigator did put him into contact with all kinds of people, including prostitutes. She must be a source of information... or she's involved in a case... somehow... She tried to forget it... but all during the day, as she went about her household chores, the shopping and, later, at the hairdresser's, it gnawed at her, creating in her mind some doubt as to her. "Open your legs," he said in a patient voice. My eyes weren't even really open when I complied. He tested me with another finger and teased me with the tip of his tongue until I was vocalizing with pleading breaths. Then he stopped and all the air left me. "Go back to sleep," he said. The third time he woke me, it was with his lips on mine. I didn't know how much more of this I could really take. My body didn't get the chance to relax; nor did it get the release it needed. He laid on top of me,.