“Are you sure you’re okay?” he pressed. I casually opened my legs, still rubbing my forehead. I slipped a hand on to my crotch. “Thank goodnes... I have a hard head,” I replied as I rubbed my fingers back and forth over my coochie. “Me too,” Alex responded. By now, I was very worked up. I didn’t want to make the first move, so I just kind of put myself out there to see what might transpire. There was no way Alex could mistake my intentions unless he was either blind or gay. Alex stepped between. And to my shock, my hallucination took notice.The cartoon-bear-thing looked up in curiousity, then saw me. Itsface turned to shock and it dropped the water pails. Then it spoke,in a soft, slightly raspy, very adorable and friendly voice: "Oh my!My dear new friend, you should not be up! You should not be up atall yet, your treatment has not reached the stabilized stage yet!"My treatment, huh? So this must be the mountain man, and I was sohopped-up on his homemade remedy that I was hallucinating. The more I looked the more I realized it was her, and the way she placed her tongue under the head of his cock was very familiar to me. And with them being completely naked, the chance of it being more than just a blow job, struck me deep and i got angry. I got a few pictures of her from home and asked a few trusted friends what they thought, If it was the same lady? All answered it's either her, or an exact twin. A retired state trooper said that he had no doubt the pictures matched and asked. * * * * * I woke the next morning a bit groggy until I realized Emily was still there, securely tied to the four corners of the bed and still sleeping soundly. What a vision she was. Her hair, normally brushed to a long silky shine, was one big knot. What little makeup she had been wearing was smeared and streaked and there were some nasty looking bruises at either side of her pussy. I guess I was rougher than I thought. From the marks, it was pretty obvious I had created these when I took hold.