Sean's laptop was on the dining room table, he ran past me quickly and closed it. Fuck he's watching porn I thought.I filled the kettle and told him I...was making coffee if he wanted some too. He said no thank you and took the laptop and said he's work to do he would go to his room. About five or ten minutes passed and I went upstairs and knocked on his door and entered the room. Fuck me this was a good looking young guy in his early thirties and he had Star Trek pictures all over his walls and. "The man smiled and said, "From now on, Susie, just to show how gratefulyou are for us giving you a home, you will be mine and your Uncle'slittle slut. What do you think of that, eh?"Susan closed her eyes and pulled her Grandfather's face towards her andkissed him deeply, pushing her moist, pink tongue into his mouth, thenslowly broke away from the kiss licking saliva from her red lips and,with a delightful, mischievous grin, said, "If there's anything youwant, Granddad, you've only got to. It's a fetish gallery, Catherine. An upscale gallery with a prurient edge. Think of it as the intersection between hypnotism, fine art and sex." Oh! Oh fuck! Oh my God..." Catherine? What's the matter?"They were crashing together, her pussy's needs and the need to think straight. She felt so close to having an exquisite orgasm, and yet something else was happening, something that she needed to pay attention to. Hypnotism, art and sex. Mind-control. Mind-control. Holy fuck, holy fucking shit!. It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just weren't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and center before me, a big grin on his face. “Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today.”“Oh, that's so sweet, Kenneth,” I said, smiling at him.Courtney, who was.