The day dragged for both Sam and Gina but for different yet similar reasons; similar in that they both were itching to put their plans into operation ...and yet different because those plans had very different agendas.Sam locked himself away in his office taking very few business calls; of those he did take; he then delegated the work to his colleagues and understudies; he did find it extremely hard though not to daydream about his plans for the weekend and even harder not to play with his semi. Thestark, white paper was a contrast to my long, slender fingers withtheir ultra-long, crimson nails. I patted an errant lock of my full,fluffy, golden-blonde mane back in place, checked my make-up in thedesk-drawer mirror, then strode into my boss's office with short,delicate steps, full breasts jiggling freely within a low-cut silkblouse, which I had purposely left open to the third button.My full, rounded hips undulated smoothly within the confinement of aslim, hobbling skirt. I was aware of. A plump backside appeared and settled over my whole head. I could feel the heavy cotton of the uniform skirt's hem across my chest as the buttocks closed over me. Their owner wriggled herself until my breathing was completely cut off. I died again and embarrassed myself by ejaculating as I gave up the unequal struggle against those buttocks. Normally I wouldn't think that being smothered under a woman's skirt was erotic. In the nightmare I did.It was weird. I died several times that night and. I felt relaxed, with not a care in the world. Suddenly I remember my neck, I feel for a wound, but I find a scar instead. “How long have I been asleep?” I wonder. “2 days” comes a clear, female voice. I twist and behind me, stepping out from the shadows is Eva. “How do you know what I’m thinking?” I ask, worried. Eva smiles, and her eyes gleam. Suddenly I hear a voice in my head, Eva’s. “You can too Robbie. You will always be able to.” I stare at her, dumbstruck. “What have you done to me?” I.