I half expected to collapse to the ground in agony like someone in a hackneyed Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation scene but, to my relief, I could sense n... immediate ill effects beyond the memorably vile taste. With a slight sense of anti-climax, I drank several glasses of water, did a quick tour of the house to ensure it was secure and everything was turned off, and rang for a cab.It was only when I sat down to wait that I became aware of a mild discomfort, like a slight stomach cramp. But by the. "Don't you have homework to do?"Lisa nodded, suddenly not feeling all that happy and it wasn'thomework."Then you should probably be doing it."***"I don't know Josh, mom seemed pretty sure," Lisa admitted."I don't want to deal with shrinks. They pump you full of drugs andstick electrodes all over you. That's all I need is to have my brainfried." They don't do that stuff anymore!" I don't want to chance it," Josh insisted.Lisa went back to doodling in her notebook. She'd been trying, most ofthe. It beats booze by an inch, drugs by a mile, and ties with sex for relieving the ache. Plus no risk of pregnancy.So I'm supposed to say hypnotism is not how it looks in the films. It's a whole process, and they gotta be as into it as you.Or that's what they tell me. But when I read the stories featuring Cleopatra, or Rasputin, or Morgan Le Fey... that's not the impression. It shows me there's more. You can unlock a power that bends the world. Desires manifest. Empires fall to their knees to kiss. I saw his dick; it was like a small rocket. He pushed my mouth into his dick and I started giving him a blowjob. I got the mixed taste of my juice and his cum. Soon he released his juice in my mouth. He suffocated my mouth and I had to gulp each and every bit down.Half of the water from the tank had spilled out during my drilling by this plumber boy. We again embraced each other and stayed like that for half an hour.Then we went into the bedroom. We had more sex that day till my daughter came.