I knew from when I had hypnotized him that they had done stuff so I knew he was trying cover up. But I let it go. "Man, it's like this. You can't make... someone do something they are, like, totally opposed to. Like, you can't make someone go kill somebody. But, if they really would like to do it but, like, social pressure keeps them from it, hypnosis releases the social restraint. So, Ashley did like the idea down deep and when I said she should suck you, then her natural desire was able to come. If you want me to fuck her, then you bring her over here again and I’ll enjoy you both, together. Not her and me alone.” Sarah stared down at her coffee for several seconds. “Good answer,” she said with a little smile as she looked up at me. She took a few more sips of her coffee and stood up. “I’m going back to bed,” she indicated as she walked away. Part way to her room, Sarah turned and with a noticeable twinkle in her eye and a wry little smile on her lips. “Maybe you’ll get lucky. ’ Doing as you ask, smirking at your tease, I get inside the hot water and feel it rush all around me. Entering behind me you put your lips on my back and wrap your arms around me, I can feel your breasts against my back and your lips between my shoulders. Slowly we wash one another, exploring the others body with soap and water, cleaning, kissing, touching, teasing. Your fingers slide over me, between my legs, cupping my balls and then down the shaft. Facing you, there is a smile on your. "Prince to Priss, is one of my personal favorites its effective at turning even the homophic men into cock lovers, its very well written actually set in a medieval tower separated from the mainland a little rope bridge, you are given the body of a darling 18 yearold blond boy locked up in solitary with nothing but the rags on your back a straw bed and full length mirror. The warden and guards of your personal prison are under the impression that you are a foreign prince, they make it their duty.