"Hold on," he interrupted, "you're not ready yet." ?" Do you know what is holding you back? What is preventing you frombeing all you can be?" The jo...ger followed in a way that struct me as anon-sequitur."No. No I don't know what..you even mean ...."He smiled and again his smile transmitted a calming reassurance. "It'syou. You yourself are holding you back. You need to unleash your trueself. Embrace it. Don't be ruled by fear. Don't let fear prevent youfrom self realization."This whole. Nothing. He didn't appear to be moving away. 'OK' I said to myself under my breath, and moved to sit on my bed. He wouldn't actually have been able to see me there, unless he moved his head further around the door, and then see my reflection in the mirror. But it would allow me from the corner of my eye to see any movement, and determine if he really wanted to continue looking in. I saw slight movement, which means he could now see in, via the mirror, which effectively gave him a side on view. " I don't want to compromise your morals," she told me. "But it's been so long since anyone held me and I hate to ask but could you... ?" We got on the bed in the motel room and I wrapped my arms around her and I just held her. We were fully dressed, of course, but that didn't stop me from getting an erection with her large rounded backside pressed against me. She held my hands in hers and somehow my hands ended up on her breasts but she never said a word. By the time she had to leave, I was so. I was ordered to look up into her eyes, which expressed superiority,while my head remained at a few inches from the sole of her sandal; Iadmired her heavy breasts and her strong arms, which she held crossedunder them, naked to the elbow; her muscles clearly betrayed that sheperformed manual labour regularly. Looking down on me, she asked me for my name, address, job, earningsetc. in minute detail; my answers had to be polite, complete, conciseand clear, lest her shod foot would strike out over.