Funnily enough, I didn’t dream that night, it always puzzled me as to why. Many years later I would find out the answer. Sometime during the evening...I stirred. The bed suddenly felt a lot colder. I looked to where my bedside clock was and instantly panicked when I didn’t see it. The setting and furniture was unfamiliar. Was it my imagination? I heard the cistern flush and realised I was at Ali’s house. It wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. I was sharing Alison’s bed. I glanced at my phone,. Lady Ada, do you have a thought in this matter?" I like the thoughts about how important human life is, but some thoughts are hidden from me. Why?" My thoughts were hidden from you before you visited my mind. Could you do that to him?" Only if he lets me, but he could still hide parts of his mind if he wanted to." Could you tell if he was hiding something?" Yes." Would you consent to helping me talk to the man again?" Of course, Champion."They again brought the man from his cell, but this time. I was really getting her going with my index and middle finger fucking her and working her swollen clit with my thumb. Soon enough she had her head on my shoulder and was emitting little whimpers. She came hard, but because she was trying to hold her noise her moans where clipped and almost comical.She worked her hands into my sweat pants and soon had her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock. She really didn't have very good handjob technique because all she did was grip hard and yank. It hurt. “It’s important that you learn to express these feelings. In as many ways as you can.”She clears her throat. “You want me to be a slut.”“No. I don’t. I want you to be a woman who feels free enough to express herself to me. Feels free enough to explore and know what, why, and how she is exploring.”I walk to the doorway and lean sideways against the jamb again. “Come here.”She stands and walks toward me.“Get on your knees.”A smile flickers over her lips. She settles herself a little more.