My. God. Brandon, it is you? What's happened to you?" She took myhands in hers, and I realized my nails were longer and prettier than hers.I should ha...e cut them, or at least taken off the polish.She sat there and listened to my story with a mixture of horror anddisbelief. We ate, talked for hours, walked in a park, and finally settledin the back seat of the car she had "borrowed" to drive to see me in. "Brandon, I need to see what you look like, I really need to see." So,reluctantly, I took. You took a lot of my fingers! Pretty impressive!”I’d had finally come back to my senses when I asked between breaths, “Why did you stop my orgasm?”“Oh, I’m sorry honey! I thought it was going to shoot all over because you seemed so excited. I knew that wouldn’t work if I was going to help you practice.” She said it so plainly.This was practice?The rest of the week went like this: one session just after lunch and one session just after dinner. I used a different picture each time for inspiration. .”She saw my stern face and slightly raised eyebrow and immediately lowered her gaze. With a stammered apology she quietly walked to the table and climbed onto it. The beautician, Sarah as she announced on her name tag, lifted anna’s legs onto the stirrups. She lay there, obviously deeply embarrassed, totally exposed to the street outside. One or two passers-by had begun to notice and to slow down as they walked past. Sarah turned to me to ask, “Do you want her strapped down, Mistress?”“Will. It’s obvious you’re a different person from when I knew you before. I think maybe most of the change is since we met again. It’s obviously qualities you already had, but just wouldn’t let come out.’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘That’s a compliment? I always suppressed my good qualities?’ He stammered. ‘I’m just giving you a hard time, Jeff, which you deserve for taking off on me without giving me a clue what was wrong.’ And I could give him a hard time because of the incredible relief I felt that it.