No. No! I refused to accept it.I shook my head, willing this to be some sick dream. The motion set mylong, braided swinging. This could not be real, I...refused to let it be so.There was a pressure about me. In my head? No something deeper, etherial,almost spiritual, a force pushing against my very being. Not knowing how, Ipressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. Ablink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.The gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy. As the doors open to our floor, he leads me off the elevator, and back to our room, still without so much as a word. I know not to ask, I know I’ve done something he’s not happy with, and I better not make it any worse. In what seems to be one single motion, he sits on the bed, grabs my hairbrush from my purse, pulls off my jeans and black lace panties, and pulls me over his knees. It all happens so fast, I don’t have time to respond, and he starts striking me on my behind with the hair brush.. "Nope, not a thing. Just blackness," I said truthfully. I could see nothing. "Good. Wait here I will be right back," he said. I heard him leave the room. I lay there, naked and tied up on his sofa. The camera was still rolling. I felt cold again and knew my nipples were hard. I wondered what he was doing. A few minutes passed before I heard footsteps coming back in and the door closed. I heard the camera move again. And then felt fingers run down my body, across my breasts and down to my area.. "Ohhhhh, Dot!" Yeah, she was awake now. "Dot, honey, don't stop. Please, don't stop!" The blankets were pushed far down at the foot of the bed. She found my open mouth and our tongues wrestled hotly."Are you Okay," I asked."More than Okay, babe. You don't know how long I've wanted this. And, to wake up with you like this is heaven. Did you lick my pussy while I was out? Did I miss that?" No, baby. I was going to get to that."Let's do that, Dot. I want to do that." Quickly she lifted herself.