”I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the other hand, I ...ad to keep going … I wanted this to continue. “OK … You’re right. Yes … I do like … Like to be … Like for the woman to be … Be strong and … And … OK, yes, and dominant.” She nodded with a triumphant expression, and I continued, “But being dominated … I mean, I like it … Sort of … I mean, well, it’s not so simple.”I looked at her pleadingly, but she. The platform still as dilapidated as yesterday, but now touched by a hand she could relate to. Granddad, although it seemed strange to refer thus to a man she had not known, had walked this platform, had touched these few remaining artefacts. Here he had gone about his work. In her mind’s eye she could imagine a figure, striding up and down, quietly giving instructions to the Porters, (were there Porters?), waiting to greet the trains, nodding to the drivers, whilst looking pointedly at his. Catharine could not have made it easier for me: her entire wardrobe was laid out on the bed. Walking to the bed, I was presented with her cotton top, her shorts, her panties and best of all, her huge white bra, laying over the edge. I knew this was wrong but her bra was calling out to me, the pressure in my pants increasing as I sat on her bed, admiring this woman's clothing. I picked up her bra and admired it, it seemed a little more conservative than the slinky ones I had seen in Playboy but. Several attempts but no success. More lube was deemed necessary and Jeremy used two fingers to try to loosen her up.Jeremy told me not to be worried. "We will get there. My entire dick will be buried in her ass. The unknown aspect is whether she can learn to relax or if I will have to tear her open to get there." Both of us flinched at that idea and Debbie became more determined to control her body. Part of me wished she would get up and walk away, but I felt a perverted sense of pride that.