Her face isn’t well defined but I see black long, black, silky hair and chestnut skin, with loving eyes and a devils tongue. My special spot is now ...o wet that my fingers become a tongue as my lover licks me, slowly, running lazy circles around my lips, occasionally taking a detour to touch the insides of my thighs with a soft kiss, then moving back to my clit. The temptation is to speed up but I know my girl would tease me longer, make it last. She knows I love it that way as she flicks her. Her hand had flashed down onto my exposed fleshagain, harder than before. "Do you understand?" Her voice washarsh, but not as harsh as the look in her eyes."Yes," I said meekly, both excited and appalled at the prospectof being JoAnna for her every day. That next week established our new ritual. I would get homeusually around 5:30 or so, an hour before Mistress would comethrough the door. As instructed, I would immediately strip offmy suit and tie, shower, shave my face, underarms and legs,. The room lights were switched off and the whole scene was lit up only by the flickering candle.For a moment everything seemed incredibly weird. I almost got up and laughed the whole thing off but then the Hypnotist started talking. His voice was, for lack of a better word, absolutely hypnotic.He told us to concentrate on the candle flame and I did. He told us to raise our right hands and point at the flame and I did that too. The redhead across from me was pointing at the flame, but somehow it. All chick movies. All stuff you don’t ever want to watch. You smiled and asked me which one I wanted to watch. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘Whatever one you will stay and watch with me,’ I said, watching your response. I knew that you had never been willing to see any of these movies before today. You shrugged and closed your eyes. After you shuffled the movies up, you pulled ‘Imitation of Life’ and put it in the DVD player. Once it started, you propped my head up on your shoulder.