Phir vo ghar aaya. Manisha kaam kar rahi thi. Sayyad k sath uske 5 bodyguard the. Unhone Manisha ko pakad liya. voh chillane lagi. usse pata hi hi cha...la ki uske saath kya ho rha hai. unhone uske haat rassi se band kar use hall k beechobich latka diya. Ab voh uske toe pe khadi thi. Sayyad: Jasoosi karti hai, Madarjat, Randi.. Aaj aisa sabak sikhaunga ki bhool jayegi jasoosi.Manisha: Sahab Aako kuch galat faimi huyi hai.Sayyad: Are Chup reh chinal..usne uske bodyguards ko Manisha ko nangi karne. I was obviously very sceptical and didnt think it possible and after a few tries i almost gave up. So i started to edit the hypno-scripts(the words spoken by the hypnotist). i was using a pc program and just tweaked the scripts at first,focusing them on ANAL PLEASURE and including some suggestions that work when the mind is idle, one of these was "every time your mind is idle, you will find your cock gets hard on its own, and wont go down until your ass has been fucked"lol so niave of me. i was. She seemed to have a sixth sense as to how long I could last before unloading. She knew that, sometimes, I could only last for five minutes or so and she would jerk slowly with just enough tempo to keep me hard. She admitted that even at a slower pace, she enjoyed what she was doing. Other times, when she sensed that I could last longer, she would keep me ready to climax for twenty or twenty-five minutes before I would unload.She had told me that one time Betty had come in when she was jerking. I can’t see them to examine them, nor move to feel them. I puzzle over the presence of them, but I have no memory or experience to draw on.The loud breathing – my loud breathing has returned. I’m panicking. I deliberately take calm breaths, slow breaths and my panic subsides. A voice in the darkness, metallic and inhuman: “Hello,” it intones.“Where am I? Who am I?” My own voice is raspy. The words come, but I cannot identify their font. My memory remains elusive. “You are our plaything.”The.