But she almost froze when she saw the face. What a shock? "Hi love," whispered her chubby husband Narendra."When did you arrive," she managed to say."...Just now. And don't tell me you did not know all the time when I was kissing you," Narendra said smiling."I thought it was a dream ... yes a dream, but you are really here," that was all Pramila could say."Tell me you are dying to be loved, fucked," Narendra said fondling her breasts."Yes darling. I want your dick inside me. I am dying for it,". And finally mine. My mother had phoned and told me he was on his way to me via courier, and I'd just taken him out of his case today, and placed him in an appropriate spot. I expected many comments from my friends in the days to come.I named him Dion, short for Dionysus. I knew that my mother, and her mother, and many generations of women before her, all had a pet name for the little man with the big cock.My mother's phone call had not been expected. I'd talked to her the day before, explaining. I got the music turned down, and did my best. My wife was, as usual, unhypnotizable. I think that our hostess went under, but she might have been faking. Debbie went under quickly (she’d been smoking a lot, that probably helped), as did one of the two guys. I had them do the usual hypnotism-party-tricks, like making your arm stiff, perching between two chairs etc. Most of these are physiological tricks to convince the subject that they’re really hypnotized. After those I had them. “No...like this.” I turned back to face her. Her eyes were still closed. I said, “You want to get on the bus the way you are?” Her eyes opened to bare slits, their expression glazed with exhaustion, and she answered, “Yesss...want people to see ...I’m your...property.” She used her hands to push herself away from the wall and started to straighten up when suddenly her eyes popped wide open. She exclaimed, “Oh! OH!” and suddenly started jerking her hips from side to side and shivering. For a.