"You sent for me, ma'am?" Yes, Amanda. I wanted you to know that I've decided to hypnotize RandallGrady."Amanda smiled. "Yes, ma'am. I'll arrange his ...rogram right away." No need. I've already decided on his program. He'll be made to forgetthis place, and then released. He'll be found near the hospital closest tohis place of residence."Amanda was incredulous. "Mistress, you can't..." Mistress Thompsonaffixed Amanda with a stern glare. "I mean, it is, of course, yourdecision. But, why?" Because. I collapsed on the bed, the memory of her lips touching mine still veryclear in my mind.* * * * *I didn't sleep too well that night. My body was still very foreign and Ijust couldn't get comfortable. Every time I changed positions my newbreasts or my hips, not to mention the ears and horns atop my head,seemed to get in the way. I finally resolved myself to lying on my backand after quite a while I drifted off to sleep.I don't remember much about my dreams but I seem to remember a lot ofangry. Either that, or charge admission to the show. Let me see the painting.”She didn’t wait for an answer but just walked around the easel to look at the painting. I returned to kissing and fondling Jas. Hell with the windows.“You’re an exhibitionist,” Jas whispered.“So are you.”“Only online, mostly.”We stopped our whispered conversation just short of me penetrating her wet pussy again when we heard a deep sigh from Sarah Lynn, still in front of the painting. Her eyes were closed and her head was. I went down to the shower block and scrubbed myself clean. Ideliberately made no eye contact with any of the other inmates but Iknew that some of them were looking at me and whispering. It wasobvious to everyone in the communal shower that my body had been fullyshaved and I would undoubtedly have got some unwelcome attention by the'bull dykes' except for the fact that word had obviously gotten aroundthat I was one of Steve's 'girls'. No one in Chelmsford fucked withSteve or his.