Press your chest and play with your nipples. Very good, we are making progress.I was following him step by step, and I felt my body becoming lite.B1: ...alm down and be in the moment and focus on me, my words, and your breathing. Keep playing with your chest.I was completely lost by that feeling and making little moans. When I opened my eyes, I had a surprise in front of me. There was another guy behind B1 (I guess he is T1). He was playing with B1 boobs while kissing his neck.B1: Oh, relax,. I asked "Jen, you alright"She did not stir. I repeated "Jen you ok"Jen stirred and gave me a vacant smile, "ok Shane it is just perfect" and wondered out of my room.This incident made me think. What happened, why did it happen and what was going on. Near as I could guess was that Jen had entered an hypnotic state. The more I thought the more the possibilities opened up to me. Could I use the mirror to make Janice at school my sex slave, Jen my own little sister- whore?I researched online all I. ‘Nice thumb ring,’ I said casually. I then took out my phone and opened the second picture I received the previous night. ‘Looks just like this one,’ I said as I showed her the pic of her own pretty pussy. She couldn’t deny it was her pic, even if she tried. ‘Yeah, yeah’, was her response. ‘You have a beautiful pussy, Bec,’ I said and let the words linger. They were both high and their mouths were stuck in smile mode, their eyes glassy. I didn’t want to push Bec too far and make her. Until it had been spurting out of the sides as she was fucked.She heard a noise, the door opened Sgt's Dave Bishop and John Peters ushered Flt Lt Miles in. She tried to shout to her but couldn't through theharsh rubber ball in her mouth.Flt lt Sue Miles was so glad to see her beloved Joan again."Joan what have they done to you? you awful Bastards!" She strained on the cuffs holding her elbows together. John held her still.Dave went to the head of the desk and stroked Sgt Smiths hair."Oh nothing.