She was trying so hard to resist trance, but it seemed instead like she only got weaker and more compliant with each lesson. The traitorous itch betwe...en her thighs had only gotten worse, too. Each time Burke put her under, she came out of it horny as hell, frustrated, and just slightly too embarrassed by her poor performances to slip off to the bathroom and frig herself off. After all those stories, all those times imagining some mysterious man taking her off to a hotel room and hypnotizing. Is that true whore?”“Yes Mistress Keri.” I answered quickly and submissively.“You are a boy, if you like to be a little girly whore then I guess I shall treat you like one.” She said as she smacked my ass with her paddle which made me flinch.“Put on your wig and then put on the clothes I have in the corner.” She demanded.In the corner I found a strict PVC crop top and sazzy PVC spank skirt with no panties, of course and only went far enough down to barley cover my hanging clitty cock. I quickly. I played with her small boobs over bra for some time and started kissing her neck. First time I hear her moan. I turned her to my side and I can see that she was awake I asked her you want more. She did not speak but shake her head saying yes. I removed her top now and started squeezing her boobs wildly. I was uncontrollable biting her lips and squeezing her boobs faster.We were kissing for 10 minutes and broke our kiss and I started feeling her body. I removed my banian and lungi and in my. “My husband is the one that had me do it,” Sandra replied, in a soft low subdued voice, as tears trickled down her pretty face.“Does he let you go on dates?” Terence asked, quietly.“I am not a prostitute!” Sandra said, louder than she had intended to, causing everyone to look at her again, as she said, “Sorry,” and put her finger up to her lips and made an ‘I’ll be quiet’ sign.“Let’s get out of here where we can talk,” Terence said, quietly.Sandra got her things together and followed him out of.