At first, it was a couple times a day, but it tapered off to once every couple of days. She would send "Good morning" or "Do you like Calvin Harris?" ...r "Rain makes me sad" and I would answer "You too" or "Never heard of him" or "Rain cleans the air". When we spoke, she often thanked me, and she said that it really was helping.I was surprised late one morning when she texted me, I replied, and she continued the conversation. When ten messages had gone back and forth, I asked if she needed to. These were pictures with my wife. We took pictures while having sex. We had a lot of such pictures - over 150. However, she said that she would be happy to see at least some of them. I decided to send her 5-6 photos. I chose ones where our faces are not visible, but what we do is clearly visible. There were 2 pictures of my wife while she was giving me a blowjob, and the others were pictures of me fucking her in different poses. She said that she liked them very much and that she admired our. I now moved to the opposite side of Kay so she was in the middle and I had better access to her very wet pussy and give Di full view of her hot slit, as I slowly inserted two fingers into Kay’s pussy and started to work her she said to Di that she wanted her to see just how good I was with my fingers. Di said she was so turned on and loved watching the two of us making out and that her own pussy was aching with lust, Di was now fingering her own wet pussy and to the same rhythm I was working. I am no psychologist but I don't think that the mind would dream to escape sensations of that type. I would think that they so resemble an out of control dream that the mind may seek elsewhere for a respite. I..."I cut her off, "Please, My Lady, it is clear this is painful for you, and you need not continue."From my reading I knew what she was referring to, knew exactly what she was saying. In Kushiel's Dart, the main character, Phedre, was an anguisette, someone touched by the gods whose body.