Would he feel the way I wanted for him feel would he experience the rocking pleasure that I had fantasized for him… for us? Would he think badly o... me for having this fantasy? These images of us? I have after all been somewhat reserved in the past. I had made all the preparations according to the lustful fantasy I myself had cum to many times. The isolated warehouse, the music, the chair, my dress and the blindfold. I had sent the email with directions to our soon to be location. When I’d shut off the engine, I hopped out, retrieved my two bags from the back seat, then walked to the door. After inserting the key, I opened the door and went into the room, setting the bags on the floor just inside the door so I could survey what would be my home for the next two weeks.The sitting area was spacious, and off to the left was a small kitchenette. I walked through the sitting room to the bedroom, which had a large king-size bed, and then into the bathroom which had a shower. He tried being "The Man" "Thought he was making moves, well hopefully he was able to use them to get past the sharks and swim back to shore from the middle of the bay, especially bleeding like he was." He was just pounding away as he continued bitching and moaning, it was such a strange sight to witness, she thought his thrusts fast deep and steady, like a machine, but completely disconnected from the moment. That realisation zapped!!! her, back into it.She now started to moan, but she'd never. Mostly to look at her housemate ad. It was gone. For the second time I thought she probably was too. By the time I went to bed I was sure that she was gone and that made it my turn to quietly cry. I couldn't stop. My eyes leaked until I thought they'd never stop. The pillow was wringing wet when the phone rang. I only answered it to wish her well as we said goodbye. I could barely croak when I tried to say "Hello." She sounded even worse than I felt. "Thank you for answering." .