I awoke as the busty Goddess from the volleyball match was setting up a video camera. My God, look a
I awoke as the busty Goddess from the volleyball match was setting up a video camera. My God, look at those long, tanned legs, I said. She truly is perfect in every way. Now what was her name again? Oh yes, I thought, Mistress Julianna. But why Mistress? Who cares, I said to myself. Just then, the two reasons I didn’t care filled my field of vision. She had bent in front of me, swaying side to side, as her breasts and a magical crystal swayed as well. She rubbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer as I was overwhelmed by her perfume. That’s it, lover, she whispered. You can’t look away. You don’t want to look away. You want to stare, listen and be hypnotized. My muddled mind acknowledged that she was right. I had to stare. The crystal captured my attention. I was being hypnotized and I liked it, so I cooperated. She began speaking and I felt myself pulled into her crystal, pulled between her tits pulled into her trance. Somewhere along the line, I closed my eyes, but I still saw her tits and the crystal. My cock was hard and I felt it being stroked. The pleasure felt tremendous as I fell completely under her power. Obey, she said, and I felt myself get up and walk. I woke to find myself seated in the audience of a night club. A performer was announced, an erotic hypnotist, Mistress Julianna. I snickered at the thought. This should be fun. Then I saw a statuesque woman stroll to the stage. Her striking beauty captured my gaze. -- source link