“I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age n...ne really isn’t too old for a good bedtime story.So Nanny sat on Jessie’s bed, with Art on Frances’s, and she began.“Once upon a time there was a Witch and a Sorcerer who went about sometimes disguised as Dragons. Nearby their lair was a pink palace where lived a beautiful baby Princess.”The girls giggled, only one sentence in and they already had a. I slide the dress up my nylon legs, the top grasping round my bust. To complete the outfit, some black shiny heels, strapped round my ankles and I totter back into the lounge. You order me to come give you a twirl and I see you smile approvingly. You tell me to bend over and I feel your hands running up my legs and round to my caged clit, squeezing the balls and sending a shiver up my ass as you squeeze it. I can feel you tieing something round my balls, which you tell me is a stocking to keep. (We're talking TOGA PARTY! Only without the togas.) Meditation is akin to self-hypnosis. The deeper the meditation, the stronger and longer lasting the hypnotic trace. Bar Rah, whose former career was as a Carny Huckster, had picked up a few tricks from a hypno-erotic performer in the troupe. Madam Dominique taught Bar Rah how to use the dark arts of seduction to mesmerize and manipulate the weak willed to do ones bidding. 'Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' chanted the circle of boys and girls as they. I was growing frustrated, so I decided to take a chance. I went to the far side of the mat, and charged toward Brad, hoping to take him down hard enough to be able to knock his wind out so I could catch him in another leg hold. It ended up being a huge mistake. As I got to him, he caught me with a well-placed knee to my mid-section, doubling me over and causing me to lose my balance. I fell down to the mat face first pretty hard, and before I could get to my feet or even my knees, he was on me..