Once inside she walked me over to the bed and gently me pushed me upon it. I sat her down next to me and she leaned over to me and kissed me passionat...ly on the lips. Her tongue pushed against mine and mine parted. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. All this time I had been thinking. I had fallen in love with this teenage prostitute! Her hand traveled from my cheek down to the crotch of my pants where I already had a growing erection. I broke the kiss, expecting to see her smiling back. I was kind of a mess before we started this hypnosis anyway. I had no plan on what I’d do after school. I use people and hurt their feelings. It makes me feel better about myself. You asked why I didn’t just talk to my boyfriends about getting intimate. I didn’t want to admit that most of them don’t trust me. They would automatically think this was a ploy to fuck with their head. I’ve done that before. They think I play them against each other, and I am unfaithful to them when we date. If three. He was busy putting things away and didn't pay any attention to her. She turned around and came back to him. "Master, may I please speak?" "What is it, slut?" Chelsea looked up at him, her face a mixture of concern and confusion. "Master, why didn't you punish me?" "What do you mean?" "Well I broke your rule and I masturbated without your permission. Yet when you caught me in the act, you only gave me one swat with the crop when you said the normal punishment is 20. Why didn't you give me the. She gave me a deep kiss, her hand already on my rigid cock, tugging it.“This… This made me so fucking horny,” she whispered into my ear. “Are you mad?”“Mad? No way,” I said. “If this is what gets you off, I’m all in for it.”“I never thought – I mean, I didn’t know it would get me aroused that much. I read some stories, and women there always get into that slowly.”“Fuck the stories. Would you like to go back and take it slowly,” I asked, smiling at her.“No. I want to fuck. Right here, right.