"Her eyes really went wide as she walked into the room in front of me.Damn she has a nice butt!I was actually wondering how good she might screw me wi...h such a muscular butt when I made it into the room. That thought blew right out my ears when I caught sight of what they had secured in this room.This is a video gamer's wet dream.Things I had only seen in video games were here lining the walls. It was stuff not even in movies!Not even asking me first, she pulled my shirt over my head. I was. Just bring the hammer down and do it.' She but she couldn't. She knelt there and wept softly."Please God. Show me this is what I'm supposed to do." She begged miserably, hammer in hand by her side. The cold was penetrating her tender flesh; she got cold easily now, not like before when she had been Mike.Just then an image came to her. It was Gary's face on a night when she felt so at peace in his arms, just a week or so ago. His wide smile as he brushed her hair from her face as they made love. For a moment, she gazed towards my room as if to make sure no one was watching and then slowly tasted her fingers. Soon, she picked up my boxers and did the same before throwing it in the washing machine. However, she held the brazier with her and seemed to walk towards my room in anger.I retreated to my bed. I had another hard on seeing maa tasting my fluid, this time, I lay on my back with the sheets set aside, revealing my naked hard on. Maa again opened the door. For a moment, she gazed at. Whenever I tried to do just that, thing became twist by my stress and upset. I focused, and strain, trying to take us to placed beyond the anxiety, beyond our real lives at the moment, but my mind could escape, even if my body did. The visions became, ragged, distorted, even frightening sometimes, and after several of those experiences, Janet stopped asking me to create for her. I tried to convince her that if I really tried I could find my ‘perfect place’ again. Even that didn’t work anymore..