When he was in town, she would invite him for tea or wine in the late afternoon. Her flat was an art gallery of paintings and sculptures that was subl...me.Hunter's mind kept returning to the meadow. How had the dark man appeared? Hunter had read that scientists had been teleporting photons from one end of a room to the other for nearly a decade. Scientists were convinced that such geographical shifts were actually a natural phenomenon. Hunter had proof.He smiled with anticipation of visiting his. And then his fingers moved ever so slowly -- up and down, up and down. I didn't notice how dry my lips were until my tongue swiped across them.Mesmerized, I sat like a statue -- a statue whose breasts rose and fell with heavy breathing. And then I saw his nod. Like an idiot, I stared blankly at his face. Then another nod. It finally dawned on me. I spread my legs and reached under my skirt, pulling aside the panties now moist with my arousal.He smiled. Not a warm smile, but one that sent. They wanted to try, later, with giving me a more dominant look, not so much that I wanted to dominate but because it would look powerful. I wasn’t sure about that, but I was certainly willing to see. I’m not especially into dominance, but I had been submissive for scenes. Certainly, I didn’t expect to do that for a while, and if I were never bound again, it might be too soon.Preparing for desensitizationBack in the office, Nancy commented on how good I looked. “I feel good. That makeover was. In court, her previous psychiatrist, Dr. Wilkinson, testified that Elizabeth was a good person, she just had a lack of self-control when it came to sex. She was diagnosed as a nymphomaniac and although she had seen several psychiatrists, counselors, and even her clergyman, nothing seemed to help.But the psychiatrist had heard of one other in his field who'd had some rather remarkable success in treating different aberrant behaviors using hypnosis along with other therapies. He suggested to the.