Suzy picked up the stack of six papers and started to read. The papers said about what I had said. The papers recited the title of the book as Sex and...Hypnosis. The paper did not discuss what Mike and Suzy would be doing. Heck, I didn’t know, for sure. I leaned back and tried to look unconcerned. Finally, Suzy spoke. ‘Mike, we have no choice. We will do it. What do you want us to do?’ She said that as she signed the documents and handed them to Charlie. Charlie and I were fraternity brothers.. We were all enjoying very much in Chandigarh & shimla. We then return boys separately while girls return with sir & madam. We were alone boys only. When we reached Chandigarh on time it was 5 pm in bus stand. Then we got bus to bathinda & reached at Patiala almost 6 pm it was dark outside & the bus is filled with passengers fully at Patiala. We were sitting on the backside of drivers seat my three friends on back seat of driver & then on next seat me & friends. now I will narrate my story in. She was not interested in photographing anyone who had undergone plastic surgery or who was wearing makeup. She wanted to natural, uncovered individual, because what she wanted was to capture personality and emotion.Cecilia suspected the blatant eroticism in Suzanne's work was actually an outlet for her own sexual frustration. In some ways the photographer fit the description of the "tormented artist", because her chronic bad fortune in relationships was vented in her images. Cecilia wanted to. I talked to him about how could his daughters pussy was, how much I loved taking her cherry hard from her virgin pussy and filling her with my seed to give her my baby. I talked about how slutty and horny his wife was for my cock and how she loved getting fucked now before church Sunday mornings and going there full of my cum. He moaned and humped me and whimpered, "master, please fuck me like you do Pam and Jaimie" and I let him work his man pussy on me until I was ready to cum, then I.