Waking him up from his vision. It was time to do what he got up to do in the first place..... He walked out of his room and slowly crept down the hall...way with his cock still bouncing out of his underwear. The only light was from the moon illuminating the hallway down to his destination. All the while, he couldnt help but to think how long ago he done this. About four years ago to be exact back where he'd grown up........ The door to the room was slightly ajar and the soft snores of the person. Only those with a robust and stable sense of self can survive more than a few hours in a Blank Tank and emerge with their mind intact. Not being able to see, hear, or feel for extended periods is so terribly disorienting that it undermines and erodes the core ego structure. It puts the subject into a trance-like state of shock and suggestibility that makes possible personality restructuring, or what is popularly known as brainwashing.A week in the Tank prepared Monkton for the next stage of his. That's it –that's it - yes....come now! she panted in a hoarse whisper.My cock was so swollen I thought the skin would split.I short-stroked her deep with my balls pressed up against her clit. Squeezing her cheeks in both hands, I felt the first stings of my orgasm.I thrust hard, clenched my ass tight.My dick twitched with each of a half-dozen thick spurts. She held her ass against me while I pushed down on her hips and strained to get up deeper inside her.Oh fuck yes .....jesus.. good.. she. ‘How’s your health now? Are you alright?’ ‘Yah … pretty much. Doctor Vic arranged for stress leave to give me some time to … get better. That just ended last week, but they had to pay me some severance when they fired me, so I’m OK that way. I feel a lot better … been exercising and diet and things.’ I made light of the effort I had put in. ‘You happy with your new job?’ I asked. ‘Yes. It’s a good job in a nice place. It’s Marie’s Sewing and Quilt Shop on Union Street. They’ve been around a.