And certainly with something he yearns for so much, possibilities and the ways to execute them tend to surface from the dark depths of his mind. As su...h, the hints to the answer to his female problem started to rise from the previously mentioned depths, leaving rings of promise as the popped up, never again leaving the surface of his mind undisturbed again until this night."I've done it! This will be able to do it. This will be able to make all the women everywhere follow suggestions 99% of the. A piece of crap from Sears that was 30 years outdated! But the condo worked out fine and community college and plenty of work left me rather independent and secure. Just not really happy.. Funny, they sent me Christmas and birthday cards for a year or two and then they just faded away. It was like I never existed. ...........Dawn. Ahhhhhhhhh......Dawn was a petite high maintenance woman in her 40’s when I was still in my mid twentys. ,,,,,,She was what we called a “Short Hills” girl. Well. Some called it ‘Headology’. He hadn’t realized that the phrase was so… descriptive. He tried to resist but the thing inside just grabbed him around the throat and held him against the inside of his skull as it continued to search. He needed to kill the bitch right this instant. But he found that he couldn’t move. Stan watched in horror as the thing flicked through what passed as his soul like a Filofax. It was exploring him, finding-out how he worked. Sensations came and went. Tastes, heat,. I could have laid here all night long watching this over and over. It was a delicious memory. My nylon clad legs and sexy lingerie on full public display looked so nice. Then Master rolling atop me and fucking me so hard and erotic. It was like a dream world to me. Then, the screen went dark and I heard the familiar clinking of glasses and bottles from the pub. Master had captured my debut at the pub on video! Next scene, I see me sucking Master’s cock at our private booth. Obviously not so.