And I didn't wantto end back up in the Box."We're getting close to being done; just a few more procedures and you'llhave passed Stage 2," he advised. ...He let me know he'd be back tomorrowand left me to rest. This was too much to handle. I laid back on my bedand passed out.I was too weak and helpless to resist any further procedures; not thatI'd done a great job stopping anything to this point. The strictvegetarian diet had ensured I built up no muscle mass. That, combinedwith the daily cardio. "Do you like that, sexy little Debbie" I askedquietly. He groaned again. I could hear Susan breathing heavily andsobbing quietly behind me as I played with her young husband. I could feelher soft hair on my back but she knew better than to interfere. I lookedinto Debbie's reluctant eyes and put my lips to his in a dominating kissthat brooked no refusal. His lips opened under mine and I began a longsoft sexy deep kiss that must have seemed unending to him. I did not allowhis tongue to move. He turned on some new age music, something soft to help me relax. He lit candles and burned incense. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall in front of the table. He turned the TV to a yoga class with a woman in body stockings doing incredible bending movements. My sense of sound, smell and sight were all being massaged.I already felt relaxed, when he began to speak in a low monotone voice, asking simple questions I could answer with the nod of my head or with a yes or no. He told me to expect. I do as I’m told, and you give me a quick kiss before starting the car up again and driving a bit further. When you stop the car again, you undo my seatbelt and come round to let me out of the car, you start guiding me into a building, never moving your arm from around my waist. We walk over to a lift and you guide me inside, when the doors close you lean in and kiss me keeping one arm around my waist and the other trailing down my back, slowly caressing my arse and then sliding your hand.