" You did," I offered without sarcasm. "You had a fight. You have a lot on your mind. It's OK. I remember buying my condo. It was terrifying. I must h...ve been up every night for weeks recalculating the mortgage. Worrying about insurance and closing and everything. It's natural. Don't sweat it. What's the worst that could happen?" Well we could move and then find out that the house has radon or the furnace could blow up or maybe the neighbor has a Doberman that eats kids or something..." I. .kinda creepy. Master had let her sit in the front seat . She wore only her collar, a plain dress and nothing on her feet. She had no need of shoes or underwear. Master had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to tell her what would happen when they got there. Would one tell their car what the mechanic was going to do? Master parked the car, got out and came around to his slave letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a leash to her collar. Pixie was. You go back to my balls and in turn suck each into your mouth. The pressure is on the verge of painful but I can’t bring myself to stop you. With a tight grip, you milk up my shaft until a drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. You touch your tongue to it and pull back. A fine string stretches out between my cock and your mouth. Noisily, you suck it all back in and take my entire shaft into your mouth. Your mouth, tongue and hands work feverishly and I am too soon near the point of no return. I. ’ ‘C’mon,’ said Colleen. ‘I’ll make sure nothing happens this time. Steve tried and he couldn’t hypnotize me.’ The men hid their laughter. ‘I’d like to try to be hypnotized,’ said Linda. ‘Besides, hypnosis can’t make you do what you wouldn’t ordinarily do when not hypnotized.’ The four women sat on the couch side by side giggling like Japanese school girls while Kevin pulled out the custom story Bostonfictionwriter wrote for him and started reading from it. ‘Keep your eyes on my keys. Focus on.