"Just listen. We can play in your room. It's just got a tiny little window that no one could see in unless they were on a ladder. I know that you're n...t going to do anything I don't want you too. Don't you think it sounds exciting?"I certainly did, and I really wanted to accept. At the same time the responsible part of my brain was screaming that this was madness. "I think I might use the word dangerous instead of exciting. I don't know." Keep thinking about it. It will be good, clean, reduced. "I am sorry, Elizabeth, quite right too. I will write that on the sheet."The next two weeks were agony for Matt. Hendy had taken Beth and as he said had hypnotised her again and again gradually supplanting the suggestions that the Frenchman had placed there. Matt called often and sat with Beth. She was no longer a bed patient, but seemed lethargic and uncommunicative. Hendy was little better, refusing or perhaps unable to discuss the progress that his patient had made. Matt was tearing himself. She gets on top of him and takes his cock inside her tight butthole. It was a bit painful, but both looked satisfied.She kept riding his cock like a slut for almost 10-15 minutes. But he did not reach climax yet, whereas mom had reached her climax. She was looking tired as her ass was red by now by his pumping.Mom was pleasuring him and herself very nicely, and soon he cummed inside her butthole without a condom. Now mom kept her head on his chest and relaxed, hugging him for a few minutes.Mom. The suite is a flat rate and I get a discount for the long-term nature of my stay. We’re good.”I opened the door with my key card and we went inside.Morgan directed me to the sofa. She sat beside me very close with my arm around her. I said, “I’m sorry, dear. I know you would have preferred this not have happened.” She cried.After a while, she dried her eyes and said, “Evan, how will we sleep?”“Your call. We can both use the bed or you may use the bed and I’ll sleep out here on the sofa. If we.