Charity spent many sleepless hours doing what she could to try to ensure that her "mistress" survived. Evelyn pulled through this crisis as well as ev...rything else she had suffered. The Army now decided that they wanted their bed back (Evelyn having run out of Walkman and cassette tapes, watch, sunglasses, gold neck chain, and just about all the clothes she had carried with her in the small rucksack she had when she visited the clinic).Charity had helped her leave the hospital. Evelyn had no. She was in the middle of the woods,somewhere in Norfolk County, MA by her estimation based on the distanceand heading, and among rural farms where nobody would notice her beingthere for the night. It was the perfect place to stop and spend thenight, with no hope of anyone disturbing her.She found an old barn and quietly climbed into a hayloft, being sure tonot make a sound while keeping an eye out for any potential trouble. Theanimals seemed to sense her presence yet didn't make a sound,. As my pussy eased and stretched taking the whole thing in at once I slowly pulled it back out and then slammed it in again, hard and fast. Moaning, I repeated it again and again, slowly out, fast and hard and deep on the way in. The pace began to pick up, fucking myself so hard my tits were bouncing with every thrust. My legs were spread wide as my right hand fucked my toy in and out of my hot pussy and my left hand moved fast stroking, pulling, plucking at my hard clit and swollen pussy. It felt good. When she was through, Annalise asked, “How did you get me in to that floaty feeling? I could tell, you did that, and it was no fluke.”“You’re right,” I said, as I nudged her onto her back on the couch. Was this thing ever going to need a cleaning. She knew what I wanted and reclined back. I gave her knee a kiss, then began to carefully wipe away the fun leaking out of her as I spoke, “What you had there was called “Sub Space”, and you are lucky to have it. Not all women.