It wasn't long before I looked up and saw a rather large man plodding his way toward us along the dune edge and fell back to fingering Kt, half laying...beside her. The man moved slowly past us and then stopped. I could just see that he had politely positioned himself about 4-5 metres away and was watching our activities. After a bit I looked up and acknowledged him which encouraged him to come closer, about 2 metres away and standing up with a good view and a nice hard-on. We carried on. I tried to imagine Jim's voice as it sounds when he puts me into a trance. I found out over the time the two of us were together that I could distinguish what I called a "Shirley thought" as opposed to a "Jim thought" that he'd give me during hypnosis by imagining him telling me things. Could I hear his voice telling me that I should be happier with my self image?Try as I might, I couldn't hear Jim's voice telling me to like the person I saw in the mirror. In fact, I was pretty sure that he was. I just held the phone to my ear and felt like crying. My emotions were a mess. I couldn't deny I wanted it to stop. But something told me I didn't want it to end. Slowly I went to clean myself up. My body was aching and my mind was numb. Finally I went to check on his email.“Bill, you cocksucker. Put the vibrator in a rubber, then put in your buddy (meaning my butt plug), lube it up and put it where I know you want it. Wait for my call.” Oh fuck! It seemed so erotic and dirty. The thought of. Momma?#It was kind of the same floaty feeling she'd felt after she took the pills, but it was kind of different. She actually felt like she was flying.She opened her eyes. There she was, not five feet away lying in bed. She chewed her lip when she saw the damp stain on her beautiful dress. It took her a few moments to realize that she wasn't actually lying on the bed, but looking at herself lying on the bed. She seemed to be floating above the bed a little bit, and off to the right. She was.