He was playing an interview with a famous Vegas stage hypnotist/magician.The interviewer was saying, "So it's true you can't make someone do something...against their will?" Well, yes and no," said the magician. "I can't order someone to commit suicide by jumping off the golden gate bridge. I can make them think the water is only a few feet down. I can also bring back memories. Say the subject was suicidal in their teens. If I knew this, I could bring back the memories and convince the subject to. Samantha felt as if one of her slender fingers weren’t enough, so she slid another in. She began fingering herself rougher as she imagined her “Shadow Man” fucking her pussy. Her knees began to weaken as she brought herself closer to her climax. She pushed herself against the shower wall as her hand worked faster between her legs and her other hand massaged her breast roughly. She began to allow herself to breathe heavily as she brought herself closer to an orgasm. Then, as she slid in another. Up early, feed the chickens, slop hogs and other farm chores then go back to the house for breakfast with grans. After breakfast she left for work and we went back to work. About three days after our encounter, after she left he said “come on Billy, let’s go down sand take a shower”. My stomach immediately started doing flip-flops and I knew something was going to happen.We headed downstairs and began to strip, I kept stealing glances at him and when his cock pulled free of his pants I could. "Thank you, Beth. You did a magnificent job! I can't even begin to express it." Oh, hush! I know. You don't have to thank me." Yes, I do. I always want it to be special. Then I wait for a moment when we are alone, but we are never alone, it seems. So, thank you!"We stood looking into each other's eyes, both smiling happily. Our shared hardship and rewarding accomplishment were a tangible bond, firm, comfortable and reassuring between us. It was understood only by the two of us. He put the case.