‘That’s why I’m here Val, Don wants me to do that to him.’”Val was confused. “Is he gay”“No, but some men like things in their ass, ju...st like some women do. Have you tried it?”“My fingers when I, you know, touch myself.”“So you know it feels good, right? You keep looking around. Find something for yourself and we’ll get it. Have fun!”“A woman was working at the counter, and I told her what I was looking for. She helped me pick out a harness and showed me how to attach the dildos and put it on.. So I set off for his place with a semi hard cock in a pair of jogging trousers, with nothing on underneath. This time he gave me his postcode so I was able to get straight there. Once more I found myself in his front room. This time there was not even an attempt at small talk and no hesitancy, I just got down on my knees, opened his jeans and fished his hard cock out of his flies. This was a scene I had pictured so often, me on my knees, confidently sucking another man's penis. I could smell. "Gotcha!" said Amaka. "And guess what? I don't need a pendant to put you under, honey. That's just a prop, a device to distract the conscious mind and keep it focused on something else while I entrap your subconscious. I can accomplish that a lot of ways, with a flashing light, with rhythmic sounds. I can control a weak-willed person with just my eyes. But my favorite technique to make my target helpless even before I hypnotize them, is massage.And what's the best kind of massage, a massage of. "I didn't want her to know about our sex life or lack thereof.I asked her, "Does Brandon go down on you?"Brandon was her boyfriend.She sighed and said, "No, he's never gone down on me once." That's a shame," I said."Fuck him," I thought to myself, "What kind of a selfish bastard is he to not please my daughter when she surely pleases him? What a pussy."She looked at me and said, "I want you to mount and do me on the kitchen counter top."I couldn't believe it. She was craving more of my dick, so.