Bena-who-was-not’s smile brightened. “You reply without thought; without hesitation. No wonder my sister is so fond of you.” She pursed her lips... her head tilting to one side. “These mortals have a tradition; something for something, nothing for nothing. A trade. I will trade your life to bring life...”“Agreed,” Yren interrupted. He didn’t need to hear the rest; his life for theirs was something he could easily agree to.“Allow me to finish,” she intoned sadly. “Though hardly equal, it has to be. " Doris leaned against the bathroom door jam while admiring the build on her only son. Solid as a rock without and ounce of fat and handsome to boot! "Don't you think it's time you brought her around to meet me?" she asked casually. "Not yet, mom," he replied softly. "Maybe in a couple of weeks or so." Doris was quiet for a few moments before replying, "Son, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, bring her before the movie, understand?!?" "Okay, mom," he answered softly, "but I'm not sure she's. “Now, you will not remember fucking me this session. You will only remember that the session went wonderfully and that your feelings about your husband and your secretary have faded. You will still desire to see me on a weekly basis. You will remember how good the session made you feel and will want to feel that again. Do you understand?”“Yes, doctor,” she said, her voice taking on a hollow tone.“Remember, whenever you hear me and only me say, “I think,” you will believe or obey whatever I say. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I ran my hand down the obvious bulge in his jeans, tightening my grip as I reached the end of his shaft. I unbuttoned him and pulled down his jeans revealing the green boxers he’d creamed last night. “Can I make you cum in your undies again?” I asked.“Do whatever you want.” He replied.I began to wank him through the material before sliding my hand into the shorts and feeling him properly for the first time. He was definitely small, I could fit his entire shaft.