“Darkness? Night time?” His internal clock told him otherwise and his vision was blurry so he could not count on it.He expected it would take an i...stant for his eyes to adjust, but even after he could see pretty much nothing. It took another instant for him to spot the metallic surface centimeters from his face and even to his sides and probably beneath his back.“Where am I?” It was all too confusing.Wherever he was, it felt like a really small and cold chamber, but why was he there?The attacks. It hurt at first. She found it demeaning, annoying and frustrating to wonder who, sitting around her table at a dinner party for instance, was being shagged by her husband, or which one of this week’s cast was he putting up in a hotel away from the rest so he could pop round for ‘afternoon matinees.’ After a period of heartache, she gradually came to accept that was just how things were in upper class London. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, she eventually decided,. "And you have breasts now too. Just like all other women. Did hetouch them?"I remembered. Rapture! "Yes. He did something with them. Itfelt wonderful. I came in my panties." Yes, when I came in you were kneeling astride his lap with hiscock deep in your ass and holding his head and mouth gently to yourbreasts while he caressed them and sucked on your nipples. Andyour bottom was bobbing up and down on his cock ever so gently,slowly, swallowing it and releasing it. You looked so. He shook his head, "It's from the soul, and not something you can change. Yours is nothing you had done before." Gwen looked up at this, "What do you do?" "I can look at objects and people and pick up on visual memories or pieces of thought, but I've been working on picking out certain thoughts that I want to know. It does get stronger with age." After a few moments to digest this news Gwen got this sexy look on her face and started moving towards the bedroom, "Well I would love to thank our.