She asked us to park at the rear service entrance and said she'd meet us there." Well then, it looks like everything is going according to plan. Let's...get this show on road." Throwing a light stole over my shoulders and quickly making our way to Richard's Jag, we were off.Richard parked near the kitchen entrance and Marianne was waiting for us as promised. "James arrived with Joe and George a few moments ago," she said in a conspiratorial tone. "They're in the dining room at the moment. I had a. I didn’t think that was going to be enough to create my next slave. For that I need to hypnotize her but I also didn’t think the intimidation she felt was going to be conducive to getting her under. I was going to need something else, something that would allow me access to her subconscious before she realized what was happening. It was then that I remembered something I had read about delving into the subconscious during sleep. A sleeping person can be programmed with repeated messages. Les goes to the couch, pulls back the sheet and blanket, and crawls in. Travis turns off the table lamp and that's us for the night. But, a couple of hours later, I wake with a full boner. Lying on my left side, I’m being spooned, a hard dick pressing against my butt. An arm is wrapped around me and a hand is inside my shorts. It has a firm grip on my hard cock. I partially roll over and grasp the erection pressing into my backside. I realize that it is not Travis. Les must have slipped into. I felt the slickness of his tongue glide along my breast and slowly search lower and lower for my nipple. Once he found it, he wrapped his lips around it tight and sucked. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and moaned softly as his tongue tickled my pink nipple.One of his hands unwrapped from around my waist and came up underneath to cup my right breast. He pushed that breast toward his face, rubbing his stubble against it while he sucked on my left nipple. There was a hunger in his.