* Briana's lying flat on her back, legs bent and spread wide, with Mr. Smith standing between them. She can barely focus on anything past the throbbin... of her chest, won't even dare look at the damage done to them. Last time she'd braved a glance her nipples had been an angry red, all swollen and bruised. The skin that surrounded them was no better; vivid red patches from where he pinched and slapped them, lines from where he scratched, dark bruises from where he sucked, indents from the. Done what? Emily shrieked against his chest. Whats done Oliver? What have you done? The project! He sat her down gently, still holding her by the shoulders. By the look in her eyes, she was obviously supposed to know which project he was referring to. What project? The one in the garage? He nodded excitedly. You never explained that to me! Right! Im sorry. I didnt want to tell you about it in case I failed, but now I havent and that means I can tell you – Slow down! Emily watched her husband. I found a towel in the closet and brisked away into the bathroom.Closing the door behind me I let my robe fall to the ground, staring at my completely nude body in the mirror.I was fairly tall for my age.. About 5"5", Thin, but with curves. I had what I had heard some girls call a "Coke Bottle Figure". Fairly large chest, small waist, round ass and hips. I stared blankly into the mirror, pushing Auburn locks out of my eyes. Maybe I should dye my hair this year? Maybe I'll find a boyfriend?. .. and the hypnotist. Bingo!I sashayed over to that hynotist. He was a assistant psych instructor from the state college, Jack had told me. And a little down on his luck, by the looks of him. His suit was a bit shiny in the seat and showing a little wear at the elbows and knees. In fact, he had the unmistakeable aura of desperation about him. No wonder he was moonlighting in this hypnotist gig. This guy could be bought. Probably cheap, too."Professor, I was wondering whether I might request a.