I might just aswell paint the rest of your cockhead so it doesn't look like I made amistake." And sure enough, she painted the head of my cock with n...ilpolish. I knew this was going to be some fun getting it off.She gently blew on my cock, so the polish would dry quicker, sheclaimed. This kept me rock hard. Then for good measure she dipped thebrush in the bottle of nail polish and calmly painted my tits."What the hell are you doing to me?" I shouted at her. "Shut up," shereplied, as she. He’s got his hands where they’re not wanted at every opportunity, and he’d really, really like a lot more than that. Somehow he’s clever enough not to let Denise see that. ‘Anyway, He did it again last night and I just blew up at him. He told me to mind my own business, and Denise got herself involved. She ended up slapping my face and shouting that I should allow her to have her own fun, that I wasn’t ready to have a relationship with her but I already had one going with Anne… Then Anne turned. We wipe her memories and then wipe them again. Allof my sluts are wiped five times. They end up with no past memories atall. They think that they sprung into existence as a sissy slut--whichmakes it easy for them to accept their fates.How do I know that the hypnosis works? That's the best part. Theprofessional doctor who implants the suggestions is one of my sissies!Nobody knows that this respected pediatrician is a lynch pin in my sissyempire.She has access to some drugs that the CIA. I kissed him gently on the forehead. I wrapped myself in my dressing gown and crept out of the bedroom. I crept downstairs without putting a light on until I was in the kitchen. Derby met me, I panicked. I hadn’t factored Derby into this, he was going to bark like crazy when he heard Liam. Shit, what can I do with Derby? I had no choice but to take him with me into the office along with a chew treat that should keep him occupied. I was once again grateful dogs couldn’t talk.‘You know too many.