"She stood behind me and grabbed my hair; pulling my head up I opened mymouth to ask her to stop and she pushed something into my mouth. It wasa hard ...ubber ball that she secured around the back of my head with anelastic cord. I stared to gag and she said, "Breathe through yournose."My jaws started to ache almost immediately with the ball gag in mymouth and I slumped forward, defeated onto the table. I felt Fiona'shands on the back of my panties, sliding her hands over my bottom. Shebegan to. So here I sit wondering if you’ll break or if it really is up to me. It’s a stupid thing to think of course, I know your not going to crack before I do. Deciding that is really is up to me I wait until you leave the room for a minute and push the table away, testing to make sure I can kneel between it and the couch before returning to my cushion to wait. Watching as you take your seat I see you notice the table has moved but you don’t say a word. My nerves are all on edge and I can feel my. I would look down from the ceiling and see myself on the respirator.”“I ... I always thought those were myths ... urban legends.”“I wouldn’t have believed it until I experienced it. Eventually I recovered. Somewhat by accident I discovered if I meditated in the right way I could induce the effect at will. With practice I found I could project myself anywhere in the world.”“That’s how you write those columns!”“Yes ... I combined my unique, new ability with my training as a journalist. I mean,. I then slipped the middle finger of my right hand into her now warm, moist pussy slowly rubbing on her clitoris causing her hips to gyrate against my finger. I was kissing her and playing with her breast. She then pushed my away, sitting up she slowly removed my shirt, then rubbing her hand on my chest. She then sat on me and placed her breast against my chest, slowly rubbing her nipples against me. She then undone the belt on my pants and pulled them off along with my shorts, releasing my.