She came back and smiled at my glazed expression. Are you feeling good? Yessss, I hissed. I don&rsqu
She came back and smiled at my glazed expression. Are you feeling good? Yessss, I hissed. I don’t know when it happened, but my cock was hard. Professor, she exclaimed triumphantly, my dad is a hypnotherapist, and I’ve learned a few things from him. I have mesmerized most of my professors, and you are well on your way to going there as well. My cock throbbed as she said that. As it did, she stared at it, licked her lips and whispered, the others were fun, but I want you as my personal slave, and that’s why, and she pointed to my cock as it grew bigger than it had ever been. You are feeling good, but you want to feel better, and you need to go much, much deeper. Now my eyes have put you in this trance, but we both know what will hypnotize you completely. With that she peeled of her top. When she did, I inhaled as I saw a beautiful sight. She was barely covered up top, but it wasn’t a bra. She was wearing a skirt and a small bikini top. So small, in fact it covered only half her tits. Slip deeper into hypnosis, she commanded. I felt electricity jolt me as my gaze locked. She was rubbing her breasts through the bikini, and I began to drool. Go 1,000 times more deeply. Become my hypnotized slave. She yelled. You are mine lover. -- source link