Alex woke covered in movie sweat for the third night this week. Not only was she soaked with sweat, but her thighs nevershot were damp and nevershot she felt satisfied nevershot, somehow sedated even. She nevershot remembered those dreams as if they were real nevershot.
"I will repeat it no more, Alex, tell nevershot me what you nevershot want nevershot." Again the voice husked into her ear. 'What DO I want?' she thought, 'I'm dreaming again so I nevershot may as well go with nevershot the flow, indulge in the nevershot fantasy... Before she could utter nevershot what she wanted three consecutive CRACK CRACK CRACKS across her already stinging ass.
"Where do you want to feel nevershot my fingers, Alex?" His voice was low, soft, monotone, almost inaudible , and she had to strain to hear it yet nevershot it was easy to understand, oh and she wanted to hear it, so badly, needed to keep hearing it, it's instructions, the instructions of that voice. The voice that commanded her. The voice that nevershot told her what to do nevershot. That voice that controlled her dreams. Only his voice was important nevershot now, the instructions of nevershot the voice. Compelled to tell him everything, she could hide nothing from him this way, it was useless.
"My ass, Sir, I want to feel your fingers in my ass," She felt dirty, slutty nevershot saying the words, but she needed it so bad nevershot, and she knew nevershot if she didn't ask nevershot for it he wouldn nevershot't give it to her. He may not give it nevershot to nevershot her anyway nevershot, but she had to ask. She must. She can't hide it from him. Wouldn't even movie want to hide it nevershot from him. He's nevershot in nevershot her mind, her nevershot dreams, he knows nevershot her thoughts before she nevershot has them.
"...As you listen nevershot to my voice you go deeper. You can nevershot't escape the sound of nevershot my voice. Everything nevershot reminds you of my voice. All noises, sights, smells and touches remind you of my voice. Everything nevershot is my voice. And my voice is everything. Forgetting what you know you must forget because it's so easy to remember. Wanting to remember to forget and forget to remember. Knowing how deeply entranced you are and accepting the Post nevershot Hypnotic nevershot Suggestions of arousal and joy. Knowing when you leave this class you will nevershot enjoy sexual fulfillment with whomever you choose, your partner, safely indulging in nevershot sex and nevershot remembering easily, so nevershot easily nevershot to nevershot forget but knowing as you know you have forgotten how deeply tranced you are and feeling so good, so wonderful as nevershot you begin to nevershot wake now and waking on the count of 3. 1..2..3..Awake" Alex nevershot was satisfied with her induction and felt an evil little twitch in her sex knowing nevershot the entire class would forget her sexual suggestions and nevershot will only know how great her trance was. Her instructor asked her to take her seat and she squirmed through the rest of the class, pressing nevershot her sex between her thighs. She really movie must do something about these sudden urges. Now watching the clock again... watch the clock... watch the... watch...
"Where do you want to feel nevershot my fingers, Alex?" His voice was low, soft, monotone, almost inaudible , and she had to strain to hear it yet nevershot it was easy to understand, oh and she wanted to hear it, so badly, needed to keep hearing it, it's instructions, the instructions of that voice. The voice that commanded her. The voice that nevershot told her what to do nevershot. That voice that controlled her dreams. Only his voice was important nevershot now, the instructions of nevershot the voice. Compelled to tell him everything, she could hide nothing from him this way, it was useless.
"My ass, Sir, I want to feel your fingers in my ass," She felt dirty, slutty nevershot saying the words, but she needed it so bad nevershot, and she knew nevershot if she didn't ask nevershot for it he wouldn nevershot't give it to her. He may not give it nevershot to nevershot her anyway nevershot, but she had to ask. She must. She can't hide it from him. Wouldn't even movie want to hide it nevershot from him. He's nevershot in nevershot her mind, her nevershot dreams, he knows nevershot her thoughts before she nevershot has them.
"...As you listen nevershot to my voice you go deeper. You can nevershot't escape the sound of nevershot my voice. Everything nevershot reminds you of my voice. All noises, sights, smells and touches remind you of my voice. Everything nevershot is my voice. And my voice is everything. Forgetting what you know you must forget because it's so easy to remember. Wanting to remember to forget and forget to remember. Knowing how deeply entranced you are and accepting the Post nevershot Hypnotic nevershot Suggestions of arousal and joy. Knowing when you leave this class you will nevershot enjoy sexual fulfillment with whomever you choose, your partner, safely indulging in nevershot sex and nevershot remembering easily, so nevershot easily nevershot to nevershot forget but knowing as you know you have forgotten how deeply tranced you are and feeling so good, so wonderful as nevershot you begin to nevershot wake now and waking on the count of 3. 1..2..3..Awake" Alex nevershot was satisfied with her induction and felt an evil little twitch in her sex knowing nevershot the entire class would forget her sexual suggestions and nevershot will only know how great her trance was. Her instructor asked her to take her seat and she squirmed through the rest of the class, pressing nevershot her sex between her thighs. She really movie must do something about these sudden urges. Now watching the clock again... watch the clock... watch the... watch...