She has had the same dream for months now. And over the last few weeks it has seemed to only have increased in occurrence and intensity. She feels lik... she is part of the dream, as if she is actually participating in it. It seems so real, feels so real. In her mind, it just has to be real.Her eyes snap open suddenly. The dream is gone. She is in Gunnar’s room, which has practically become hers as well. She is suddenly aware of two soldiers standing outside the room. Strangely, she can sense. " Digging for worms with the spoon so he could go fishing with Rob." Ah. I suppose that demonstrates advanced learning, eh? I guess I'll bathe him before dinner."In the evening Martha asked whether I'd be in the office on Friday and whether she could come and talk to me 'about a problem.' We set it up for 10:30 — that would give me time to go through whatever the day's absence had heaped on my desk. I wondered what her 'problem' was.There was plenty to throw away when I got to the office, but. The closest she got was when he would plug her holes with cock and a vibrator. Fuck how they both loved that! He said the vibrations through the thin membrane made him cum harder. Plus, her screaming for more cock was always the icing on his cake.Blanking sex from her mind, she unloaded the car and carried the bags into the kitchen.Triggers can come from the strangest places. In this case, it was a large, plastic covered cucumber. There had been many an occasion when she'd slid one into her. Did you hear anything?" No," I lied. "What happened? Did you...did you show off to Mark or anything?"I could see Becky smile. "Oh, you're turned on, huh?" I shouldn't have said it that way, I immediately realized. Now she would just spin it as something I wanted her to do."I showed off for you again," she whispered. I could smell alcohol on her breath. "After everyone left, it was just me and Mark and Paul, a friend of Mark's. We were all a little drunk, and Mark mentioned to Paul that he had.