I was thinking about his list of naughty things when I remembered about the book saying what it did about heightened state of suggestibility or whatev...er it said. I had the funny idea that in such a heightened state of suggestibility that I'd take his entire list as suggestions just like I'd done with his post-hypnotic suggestions like visiting him more often and snuggling with him or taking all my clothes off.He ended up suggesting that I ask him to take his clothes off too. I think he tried to. Then Ann leaned forward and snuggled her head into the crook of my neck, gently kissing and nibbling my shoulder, then working her way down across my chest.I eased myself on to my back as Ann continued to kiss her way down my body, sliding under the duvet as she did so. Then I felt Ann's hand slip between my legs and cup my balls, which soon had my cock springing to attention. I felt Ann's lips kiss the tip of my cock and her tongue twirl around the head. The feeling was exquisite. I. You ought to last a few hours on my cock!" This time Theresa growled as she made a more severe chopping motion. This made the man scream even more. Shandra bowed before Theresa, "I am sorry I spoke out of turn high priestess. Please forgive me." Tuning her ice blue eyes to Shandra she nodded then touched the kneeling woman. "Arise Shandra; this is a test upon all of us. The earth mother won't allow this one or any other to harm us." "Thank you high priestess, hearing this from you brings me. ‘Oh fuck! The bomber was there!’ I said. ‘And we were targeted!’ ********** Let me get this on the record for you right now. I fucking hate physical therapy! Hate it hate it hate it! It hurts while I’m doing it and it hurts for hours afterwards. I get muscle cramps in my sleep almost every night. God damn it, I hate that shit. But I’m walking again. Sort of. I’m still using awalker to get around but the legs are starting to work again. It’s been six months since the bomb and four months since I.