And again, and again, and again. She is purring now to each bounce, to each bang against her crotch. I shorten the teetering distance and keep her up ...igh, bouncing her with shorter intervals. I watch her squirm in the seat. ”Take the blindfold off, Meri,” looking up at her. Knowing the height intimidates her, I give her a few seconds to adjust herself after she drops the scarf to the ground. I watch the phobia claim her. I start bouncing her softly. I watch her off-balanced and gasping for. She was very kind, offering us to wait in the back room by the fire, since it was being such a cold night. We found there another couple were also waiting. I sat Anita on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a comfortable armchair. Soon the kind girl came to indicate the other couple their cab had arrived.The warmth of the room and comfort of this armchair soon made me drop off to pass out. A while later, as I opened my eyes again, I could see a couple black guys bending over. One command and she was immobile. No one had ever held her in this state of heightened arousal and control. Olivia was accustomed to being the one in control, the one willingly giving up control when it suited her. This was different. The wetness between her legs began pooling on the leather chair and making her bare skin slippery under her miniskirt. For some reason, she had expected to be the one making her therapist squirm, like with Dr. Hammond. Man, was that guy gorgeous or what? Two. . A hero’s companion is meant to accompany the hero and is not bound by the three week cooling off period.“See,” she crowed trimphantly. “I could have gone...” she snatched book and glass out of my hand ... and sanity set in... “Oh ... but you couldn’t.”“And you can’t go by yourself.” I said. “Gather your shit and come on.”“Where are we going? What shit? Why are you dressed for Crossroads? What?”“21 days is how many weeks?”“Umh ... three?”“How long did we have to wait?”“Well ... what are we.