“That was fucking unbelievable! I will definitely meet you both after I’m done work!”“That’s good to hear. We’re in room 669 and if we don...’t meet you in the lobby by 11:00, Dan will come and get you. We’re going dancing at a few bars here in the Centre and of course I’ll be checking out the men to have some sexy fun with to celebrate our anniversary!” she smiled.Dan looked at Andrew’s cock, still being stroked by Susan. Several more drops had leaked out, running down her wrist. Had they been. She could hear his heavy breathing as he took himself in his own hands and started to wank his hard shaft. He bent down and kissed her back, rubbing his hands over her ass, soothing. She felt his finger inside her cunt, and gasped in the hope that now, now she was finally going to get some release. No bloody hope. As soon as he deemed his fingers were wet enough, covered with her juices, he pushed them into her eager arse, fucking her with his finger, soaking her with her own juice. Then she. Chandril said that he had been studying the subject for some time. I said that I knew nothing about it. He suggested that we study the subject together as he wanted to give it a try but had no one to work with. Foolishly or not I agreed. He was the hypnotist and I was the subject. I found that I could be taken under fairly easily and at first the sessions were pretty ordinary. Memory retrieval, mild post-hypnotic suggestions and so forth. But let me cut to the core of my experience. Chandril. He walked over with a bottle and she turned round, noticing his bulge. "Thank you" she said, chinking his bottle... "Cheers!" He watched her bring the bottle to her mouth and imagined it being his cock, which pulsed in his trousers. She couldn't help but notice and he saw that she noticed. Blushing, he apologised. "I'm sorry" he said, "it's been a looooong time since I've had a pretty woman in my home and, well, you are quite a trouser arouser". "Trouser arouser?" she laughed. "I haven't heard.