When the blood finally flowed back into her nipples she was moaning, her body was covered with sweat, her hair was wet and matted, her makeup streaked...down her cheeks and she was up on her toes, trying desperately to move so the vibe wasn’t pressed hard against her clit, but even so, she couldn’t get away from its constant buzzing and her thighs were still quivering from her last orgasm. I didn't know how much strength she had left. I grabbed her by the hair, tugging her head back so. " Well, see there, dreams come true!" I said as I stretched out on thecouch."The home in my dream was exactly like this one!" She glanced at me fromthe corner of her eye."That's spooky," I said with a laugh. "Was that all?" No. I...I was married to a loving husband." She looked back at me,waiting to see my expression. "You."I sat quietly; her dream was not unlike the one I had this very morning.I knew what was coming next, but waited for her to tell me anyway."There's more isn't there." I...I. To her surprise she caught a glimpse of a man,leaning his back on a tree,with his right hand gripping around the tree's trunk while his other hand was under his shorts.She was unable to scream for she was still got lost of words to want to shout at the man's unpleasant act of voyeurism in front of her.,when she finally able to get full clarity of who exactly it was,and what exactly he was doing out there up the tree on her bathroom window. Momentarily, she was able to realize the man was. You know deep down, that's what you really want." I know that's what you want to do. Next you'll be wanting me to call you Mistress!" That's not a bad idea. Call me Mistress Penelope like in the story. Get into the part like actors do in a play. Experience the real thing." Penny paused and thought for a few seconds before going on, "How about we try it from after lectures on Friday until bedtime Sunday? With time out to do our coursework Sunday morning?"We bandied the suggestion around for the.