I had found a couple of friends at school who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling information from them and planting thou...hts and suggestions. None of my ‘work’ was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded strict moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my subjects by digging deeper into their minds or planting wayward ideas into them. But Whitney was different. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to talk about personal. I wondered how this was going to work for Mistress Penny. Irealised she must have plenty of questions, maybe even some accusation!We headed to the car silent no doubt both list in our own thoughts.I started the car and drove us home wondering what Penny was thinking, Imust admit she looked radiant and content. Of course my programmingstopped me talking about the night and I suppose Mistress had done thesame to Penny but I was wrong."I suppose you want to tell me you're sorry, and that you. Since she was eager to lose her virginity & could find nothing objectionable about him, she decided to play along and accept his offer to undergo his sex ‘lessons’. The sex ‘lessons’ proved to be even more thrilling than she had expected so that there was no way she wanted to drop the façade. Besides she was intrigued by how many ‘lessons’ he could come up with. So on their next date, a dinner at an upscale steakhouse, celebrating an unexpected victory against Michigan State, Randy determined. She mumbled and giggled at my touch as I cleaned her up. Onefinal rinse, more pictures, and a good toweling off finished up thebathroom portion of the night's adventure. I picked her up (not easy to dowith someone who's mostly limp) and deposited her in the bed. I left herwrapped up in the blankets and staged a trash can next to the bed, readyfor the vomiting that she'd be doing when she woke up. I also left a bigglass of water, a towel and asprins. I doubted that I'd have added thoseextra.