Shecontinued to kneel in a daze. She felt she'd crossed a line between afantasy and a reality. She'd never quite be the same person. She feltdisgus... at herself, letting another man use her like this, kneeling athis feet in such a submissive way. She also felt powerful. She'd beenin control giving him something than men really wanted. That part ofwhat she felt was a good feeling. She stood slowly. It was done now,part of her and she would have to accept both feelings.He came out of the. For the next several weeks she wore her special stockings for our foot massage sessions and I was sure by then she was well aware of why I was exiting to the bathroom immediately after her foot massage.After one of our sessions I headed for the bathroom and was not aware she was following me. As I went to shut the door I could feel a hand on my shoulder and it was my Aunt. She asked if I needed any help and I said I was fine. At that point she commented that her lotion supply was going down. Eventually.”“Alright,” she sighed. “What do you want to talk about?”“How about we start with that word you just said. What do you mean when you say my Essence?”“You know, your...” she struggled to find the words. “The strength of your spiritual energy. Your power.”“My ... power,” he repeated in a dubious tone.“Yes, of course.” She reached out with a hand toward his arm and hesitated. “May I, um ... touch you?”“I don’t see the harm,” he replied, more curious than concerned.Karen laid her fingers. “Yes, I am thanks.” “Great I will see you later” he said and he walked away, put on his helmet and drove off. See me later, what was he talking about? I had know, idea who he was and wasn’t planning on seeing him again so why would he say that. Not that I wouldn’t want to see him again, I was already getting a little excited with the thought I might see him again. I might not know him but I wouldn’t mind knowing him. I climbed back in my car and check my.