An unexpected thing is that during an anxiety episode heavy metal or tribal music is soothing in an unusual way. When I say heavy metal I mean death m...tal, the fringe type of metal. Hardcore heavy metal. What is unexpected about it is at any other time I can’t stand the sound of it. During an anxiety attack it is as though a part of my mind is racing like an engine without a gear engaged. When I hear that music the racing engine engages it and quits bothering me. I can do what I need to do. Of course, eventually I came out of my stupor, gasping, and filled my lungs with great, deep inhalations to stop me from shaking."You did that very well. Your prostate is healthy now, all that remains to be cleared up here are some bad metastases into the colon and pelvis. Shall we continue?"Just nodding my head I immersed myself deeper. I won't repeat myself. The pain was there and it was bad, yet I managed to keep my mouth closed, perhaps groaning occasionally, as the turmoil in my guts. Her perfect arse was right in front of me so I licked, kissed and nibbled her bum cheeks. I ran my hands up her inside leg and parted her pussy lips. She leant forward onto the table and I moved forward and tasted the great saltiness of her pussy. A gentle moan from Sharon meant that she was getting a delightful licking from Paul who, for obvious reasons, had stopped telling the story. So what happened next I said to Helena as I smacked her on the arse. She pushed her self back and ever so. I was thrilled as I have always had a smoking fetish and would be able to watch her smoking. She took a long drag on the cigarette and put it in an ashtray, then tilted her head back and exhaled a long stream of smoke. Pouring some oil on my back she proceeded to give me a very professional massage. My cock was now becoming very hard as I enjoyed the feel of her soft hands caressing me. She took another drag on her cigarette and then knelt on the bed next me. Straddling me, she laid he body on.