. well, read on and you'll find out won't you.Remember I said that time was getting short? Well, by the time we'd fought our way to the bar to get ser...ed, the barman was shouting that they'd be closing in ten minutes, so get your last orders in now. We did, and I nursed the two pints on the bar while Nige went off to find the Gents.The press of people trying to get to the bar was getting tight, and there was no sign of Nige, so I just stood there and leaned against the bar while blokes tried to. Then, lightly, she began to trace the outlines of Michael's cock through the fabric of his briefs. Around, down, up, back, her hands made a path over the light blue material, but they did not again touch bare skin. He began to move his hips in rythym with her fingers, wiggling whenever she moved upwards in an attempt to pull her hands where he wanted them to be. Her fingers moved down between his legs, teasingly, slipping inside the elastic now and again to caress him. She bent closer to him,. While the idea was simple, the execution was not. The transmitters and monitoring equipment had to be created just for this experiment, and it could take many, many months of scanning to find any useful frequencies, if there were any to be found. One transmitter would be set on a stable frequency, and the other would escalate from the minimum test frequency to the maximum test frequency in millimeter increments.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was late in the afternoon,. I felt a tear roll down my check butthere seemed to be nothing I could say or do about it.A command word was given and I was released and able to move again. Wegrabbed our suit cases and purses and left, her in jeans, sweater andwinter jacket and me in my sweater dress, tights and a long pink wintercoat she give me.Upon arriving at home we were met by my wife's friend Lisa myhypnotherapist who takes me into the living room where she began anotherhypnotherapy session and next thing I know I'm in.