I felt like every time I fell asleep in mydream I was moving farther and farther down into my subconscious.Finally, I became aware of the dream I was ...now having. I could controlit, but I was content letting things happen. In the dream, I went to amirror and looked at myself. I was disappointed to see myself as manytimes in my dreams I'm not me at all, or, I'm me, but my body iscompletely different. Throughout my entire life, ever since I was twelve,I had at least one dream per week that I was a. Within seconds Ben was behind me.The warmth of his breathe on my neck was intoxicating, "you were watching us very closely." His hands movedvdown my back and cupped both cheeks. I had gotten used to him holding me this way so I lay my head back on his chest as he massaged my bottom for what was to come."Good boy," his fingers dipped between my cheeks and found the lubrication I had worked into my rosebud. I looked up into his handsome face and he proved again I was his toy. He said nothing. "Ray uncuff me first." Debra called out."I'll be right back!" he said not willing to let her go, afraid if he did he would lose this opportunity. He flew down the steps determined to get rid of the interruption before it ruined his night.He made it to the door and after undoing the deadbolt yanked it open angrily only to find Andy and Gianni standing at the door looking annoyed. They started in with him immediately wanting to know what took him so long and bitching about how they had been. In fact, the wily Desmond was reasonably certain the supposed invading force would never actually make it to their region at all. He had it on good authority that the damage from the counter attack had virtually destroyed the enemy's homeland's military and economic systems so badly that they had no chance of ever posing any further danger to the country. If he was a betting man like his hedonistic brother, he would lay heavy odds that the invasion would never materialize.The scout came back to.