She was looking deep into my eyes. Our eyes were locked on one-another. Staying perfectly still inside her, I dropped my head to hers so our foreheads...touched. We pecked gently at each others’ lips between panting breaths. And then I felt her relax slightly, the vice-like grip on me weakening enough for me to start moving in and out of her, gently sawing.This was nice. This was natural. This was instinct. We moved together, so close and so in rhythm that we were joined as though one. I could. On Wednesday that week I ran into a colleague that I had met at a training session a couple years ago. We weren't close but were friendly and had met for a beer after work a few times. We caught up on things and he suggested we have a beer after work that day I agreed. Raj is a big golf fan, as was I at that time. So at the bar we chatted about whatever the latest tour news was at the time. As I recall Vijay Singh from Figi was having a good year. Raj whose parents were from India looked a. Packard standing there. “Hello Dr. Packard, what are you doing here?”“I own the place Jackie and now just sit down and relax and listen to my voice. She sat in a chair and a glassy look took over her face and Packard began to induce her into a deep hypnotic trance. “Jackie, how do you feel?”“I feel wonderful, Dr. Packard. Do you want me to strip and suck your cock?”“Yes, Jackie. You are always to be nude when you are with me and take care of my needs.”Jackie stood, removed her few items of. So I am Martha. It makes perfect sense to me now. ‘I’ve heard so much about you. Shall we go up to the room and discuss the security arrangements for my visit?’ I nod politely, understanding that this is the fiction that we are using to disguise her intentions. And yet, it also is true to me. I feel a quiet pride at my ability to hold all these contradictory ideas and concepts and personalities so perfectly, but I know that it is truly the Masters who must be proud of their work. ‘Of course,.