As before, I knew that I was dreaming and could follow the dream as if I were watching it on TV and could make observations about the dream without in...luencing how it progressed.On this occasion, I was in a very large building that was practically empty. I walked down a hall and heard a scream of pain come from one of the small offices that opened onto the hall I was in. All of the doors were closed, so I could not tell where the scream had come from, except that I thought that it was behind. When she had it all worked out, the pain in her head eased off and she smiled."This is going to be fun," she said to herself, "This is going to be a lot of fun."She became so excited thinking of the fun she was going to have that she locked her bedroom door and hopped on her bed and pulled her skirt up over her waist. She spread her legs even further than she had seen Holly doing and she stroked her pink pussy."Don't you worry," she told it, "You're not Scott's pussy any more. You're my pussy. Oh, I had sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong individual. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a female,. .." I confessed to Claire what I had done and why I had done it. She was very pissed off at my deception, to be sure. I apologized over and over. The good news is she was nicely buzzed and still very turned on from our foreplay. I could also tell she was intrigued by the guy that survived my selection process. I pleaded with her to just meet him. If she didn't like him, no big deal. After several minutes of empty promises and pathetic begging, Claire agreed. We were off to the hotel bar.As.