.. it was really happening... I was sucking a cock, I was fulfilling my fantasy... I was having a gay experience. Nothing could ever take this away, ...I knew it would be burned into my memory and now a chapter in my life. I savored every second of it. He held my head so firmly, massaging my scalp as he moved my head up and down on his shaft... moaning and whispering to me... 'oh yes'... 'that's it boy, this is what we wanted'. This caused me to really give in to him further and further,. His wife would have to be away for the day, he would have to allow up to 6 weeks to order everything. He would have to be patient. He started to dream of how he could render himself helpless. He had to figure a way out that would allow him to free himself, but only after hours of being bound in full dress. He wanted to make sure he would be very uncomfortable during this ordeal, and unable to escape, at least for a time anyway. He knew that locks of some kind would need to be used, probably. ‘What are you uh, doing, Emmy? Good morning by the way,’ She smiled a little as she worked with the small scissors that she’d found in a cosmetic set in one of the footlockers, ‘I’m trimming the hedge a little is what I’m doing, Quinton. Good morning back.’ She brushed off the trimmings very carefully and got down to gather them, ‘The coffee in the thermos bottle that we didn’t open is still pretty warm, considering. I haven’t had any because I wanted to have it with you.’ He didn’t reply and. My body – well, my bodies – provided the healing potion sufficient to allow Jennifer to heal, recover and resume her life. The faith required to believe that the universe would / could have properties in my blood, from twelve lifetimes ago, carefully preserved and used to create a magic drug capable of saving the life of my wife in the here-and-now, and have all that happen with no one becoming the least bit suspicious, was truly impressive. I guess the real problem is a human trying to fit the.