My heart skips a beat just looking at him.He takes my hand, we dance, and I love the feeling of his strong armsaround me.By the time the dance ends I'... trembling with a feeling I cant put myfinger on.Then he kisses me, and I can name it.I'm in love with him.I want him to hold me, and kiss me, and do things I am not equipped forwith me ....Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And. My back was against the door, and he had his hands planted on the door, trapping me. His mouth on mine, our tongues dancing together. I put my hands on his belt, and undid it. I got down on my knees and started to unbutton his jeans. He kept his hands on the door.I pulled his jeans down to his ankles and left them there. The bulge under his boxers was huge! I ran my fingernail between his waistband and his skin. He shivered. Gently, I pulled down his boxers. He was huge! He had to be at least. Lost in her struggle to free herself, she didn't notice that a man had entered the room and was walking toward the her. "I'm glad to see you're awake" he said. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable." He laughed as he surveyed the poor girl, who was helpless to react. "I hope you don't mind if I check my work." He chuckled as he reached between the cheeks of her cute young ass to wiggle the big dildo. "UUUNNNGH!!" she grunted as the movement sent fresh waves of pain rippling out from her. " I don't get it. I better not get it! Are you saying what I think you're saying? Spit it out! What do you want of me?" asked an increasingly angry and confused Dom."I want ... no, that's not right ... I need to help you confront those fantasies. To live them out and perhaps, just perhaps, you can drive them out of your mind. If we do this, Dom, that bitch may be satisfied with just humiliating us both and leave us alone ... leave you alone, I mean." There, she did it."You're going along with.