Like I was floating or something and you were relaxing me for something. I could even see you. A pretty wolfess sitting on my lap telling me to these ...hings. I don't remember fully what was said but I know that we had sex…I could see the subject getting embarrassed as he spoke of such things.Myself: It’s alright. You did not have sex with me. You had a drug and possibly hypnosis induced hallucination from the drugs combined with my voice.The subject smiled coyly as he looked aroundSubject: Well. ”“Thanks Scat.”“You should call Bobber. He owes you like I do. Go to him before you do anything else. We talked to him last night and he is waiting for your call.”“Fuck a call. I am going to ride over there right now.”“Babe? I’m sorry and I’m here for you and so are your soldiers. Lean on us. Vent on us. If you want to hit something, come over and hit me.”“I love you, Scat. I’m gonna head over there now?”I gathered up the package and dressed for the road. The bike usually gave me a feeling of. He has instructed me that I will do things I have only fantasized about, and that I will be nastier and sluttier than I have ever been. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it. He knows how nasty I love to be.Friday morning, I start getting ready for my weekend job. After a nice long shower, and shave, I put on my sluttiest makeup. I then put on my whore clothes, black corset and hose, red leather skirt, sheer red blouse and 6” red fuck me heels. He has packed the truck and we head off to. Ah, but you are a sadist! Even as her brow knits and she emits little gasping moans of disbelief, you still deny her what she wants most, using your engorged tip to play with her clit, teasing her dripping cunt as you rub it up and down her rosy, puffy lips.Alas, you are but a man, and finally thrust yourself into her waiting warmth. She gasps and arches against you, almost as if in shock that her long awaited release should finally come. Her eyes close languorously as you pull back from.