Allison and I talked about it and she wants me to see if I can get out of a dream like that if I find myself in one again. You know, just walk away." ...hat sounds like a very good idea. You need to know how much control you really have. You may not be able to learn the actual limits of that control, but it would be nice to know you can leave when you want. Did you want to try and do that now?" As long as you don't see a problem with it, I'm game. But I don't know if I could 'force' my way in, if. Toontown was drawn for them. And when colored animating ink was developed, that, too, was added to their own little world.That’s when cartoon reality and human reality began to clash. The barriers between them became so blurred, humans who associated too much with cartoons could end up being more and more toony -- And more and more looney. The more logical the “people”, the less they would be able to deal with cartoon illogic (as they saw it), and could go quite insane! Of course, the reverse. Please?"Sally, my mother, my sub, my slut had developed a real fascination for just sufficient pain to heat her bottom and her tits, which translated itself into her pussy, making her so horny that I might have had to restrain her—not that I ever wanted to."Very well, slut, gown off and over my lap, NOW."She jumped to obey, a wide smile on her face, and her smooth, pink white bottom angled to meet my spanks. First a couple of gentle caresses to get her skin crawling, and I heard her soft. I took it in mine. Her hand was soft, very warm and smooth. So tiny. I heard a far away voice saying, "I'm Gavin O'Rourke. Glad to meet you." Me too." She swept up her papers and smiling over her shoulder, strode purposely from the room.Back in my office I stared through the glass down the hallway imagining her figure striding away. Her office must be on this floor.Getting hot for a co-worker is dumb, dumb, dumb. I should forget about trying to get something started. I should have followed my.