Fasting, harder, at my limit and then beyond it. She says something but I don’t hear it over the sounds that we’re making, the wetness I’m push...ng into, the bed itself making rhythmic thuds. Her legs arch up and wrap around me and I’m constrained, so I use it. I stop fighting. I push myself into her with shorter, more rapid bursts. It doesn’t last long. She starts moaning and the last bit of control is lost. He pussy spasms around me as her hot breath hits me in the face. She is screaming,. "This was getting out of hand, "I didn't think anything of the sort."He lent forward, "Well I think it was and as I'm calling the shot's that's what you are going to ask for next."We stared at each other, his eyes fastened to mine, "Get on with it or the box fly's."How long were they going to stay, what could I do, if I stopped playing this game Daniels life, no both our lives would be in ruin, I took a deep breath, "I want Barber to put his hand up my skirt."He shook his head, "Why do you only. There, sitting on the ground, on top of the only grass within sight, was a very shocked, and very dirty Frank Jr. He was holding tightly onto the reins of the horse, though he wasn't really aware of it. He shook his head and dust fell from his hair in sheets as it moved."Damn!" he yelled. Then he grinned a stupid, shocked grin, his teeth looking impossibly white in his dusty, brown face. He stood, causing more sheets of dust to fall off his body. He looked up at AJ and said it again. "Damn!"Two. Session C23:“What did you dream about last night, Richard?”“Marcie.”“What were you doing?”“I was taking her.”“How?”“I was on top of her.”“While she slept?”“No.”“So she was awake?”“Yes.”“Was she enjoying it?”“Yes.”“Was she happy?”“Yes.”“Were you happy?”“ ... yes.”Session C25:“If someone is dreaming of a happier life, should you wake them up or let them sleep?”“That’s a classic moral dilemma,” Richard began, but I interrupted. I’d learned not to let him dwell on the theoretical, else he’d never.