Even her back was a little sore.She knew that she was not going to talk to her mother about her dream. Somehow she felt that she had done something na...ty and her mom would be very angry with her if she were to learn about the wonderful pleasure she had experienced while she slept. She and her sister had been taught since their tender age that it was nasty to touch certain parts of their body and it was one of those parts where her pleasure had been focused.It was the early fifties. There was no. Her arm was secured in a sling and her shoulder was bandaged up tight, just like mine. I looked to my right and could hear the whirring of the large machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several tubes filled with blood.“Oh shit.” It was a heart-lung machine. It was no wonder that there was no heart monitor; I had no heartbeat. The pump was keeping my blood flowing. I looked into Angel’s eyes. “What is the verdict?” Angel took a deep breath and it was evident that she had been. ‘Come in. I want you to meet my wife.’ That would certainly put her at ease. ‘Sally, come down and meet Pamela.’ I spoke loudly toward our second floor. ‘I’ll be down in just a moment.’ Came from upstairs. ‘Pamela, come into the living room so we can talk.’ Said the spider to the fly. She sat in an over stuffed, comfortable chair in the living room. ‘Pamela, I am going to hypnotize you.’ ‘Will you be able to do that? I thought I couldn’t be hypnotized. ‘ ‘Well, we will see. Lean back and relax.. They untied me and I was taken to the maid who now sat at the end of a bed and unzipped her crotch. I was made to thank her for the punishment; she lifted her graceful legs to the bed, and the two older women delighted in holding me as I licked her youthful and fragrant pussy, beautifully moist in arousal, having shown her complete dominance of me. As she sighed and shuddered to a well-earned orgasm, Miranda softly stroked my bobbing cock; I had an idea that this was not to be the absolute.