He was very happy to see me, too.We talked and then I brought up the hypnosis idea again. I said that we should practice it whenever I come over.So he...did it again and I pretended again that I was hypnotized again. The book said that people tell the truth when they under hypnosis, and my dad asked me a question, suggesting that I'd search myself and answer the truth.His question was how much did I wanted to make him happy? Like on a scale of 1 to 100. I said a 100. I think that that is the. She had a fabulous body, 34b and lovely skin, great black hair, fabulous arse. We had a great time and each night went on the lash, dirty danced in the night clubs (Phuket) and sometimes fucked on the beach and then always, every night, fucked in the hotel pool. It was always about 1am by then and we never noticed anyone watching (much to my disappointment!). For me it was always a rush to fuck in an open air pool with the chance of people watching, and for her she just loved to fuck and. But I couldn't give in, I just couldn't."Noooo,” I moaned as he rubbed my pussy vigorously.He growled and once again sat up, ripping my panties off violently. I shrieked but he ignored me, easily grabbing my kicking legs and spreading them wide, my hairless, wet pussy blossoming open. He licked his lips before diving into my cunt, lapping up my juices. I moaned loudly, pushing my hips to his mouth, needing more of his tongue. He attacked my clit, flicking it back and forth rapidly, swirling my. ”Dan took careful aim, crisscrossing the strokes for the greatest pain. After the 12th stroke, Sandy started to get up.“Not so fast”, said Dan. “You still have 27 real strokes to go from Monday.”Sandy gasped. These strokes hurt worse than she remembered. What if her husband saw the marks, how would she explain them. Dan tried to aim a few strokes of the belt to land deep between her thighs, one landed perfectly with the end of the belt snapping squarely on Sandy’s cunt. She let out a small.