Her breasts are not large (34c) but they are perfectlittle mounds tipped by as pretty and pink nipples asyou will ever see. I knew that the tension wa... rising fast, and it wasreally my call to make whether or not things wouldprogress past this point. I got a towel, dried Annetteoff and suggested that she lay on her stomach on one ofthe cushions so that I could oil her back for the triphome. Cocoa oil was soon wandering down her spine as Irubbed the lotion onto her back. As I was doing so, I. Bringing the flag-draped casket past the electric pole and up the steps is less of fiasco than I’d expected. The hard part will be taking it out.As the NCOIC, I trail the casket into the gloom of the church. Technically I’m there to give orders, but I don’t say a word. We’ve drilled over the last few days and the detail is following the cues of my assistant in the front. We’re moving at “Slow March,” half the speed of a standard march. There’s a dreamlike quality to it all. As if it’s taking. I had taken note of what she was wearing. For a chunky woman she had nice legs and was now showing them off by wearing a thigh high skirt. Her blouse was a little tight and showed she was obviously not wearing a bra, but then she didn't really need one. I saw the top two buttons had been left undone and she exposed a lot of very nice cleavage. Knowing it was wrong I still couldn't help but feel aroused."We shouldn't have done that," she said finally breaking the silence."I know." I just. What was I scared of anyways? We have all heard that a hypnotist can't make you do anything you don't want to do in the first place. Maybe I am afraid of what I might subconsciously want to do?Making that guy act like a chicken is kind of cute. He is probably mostly drunk to begin with."Now on the count of three, you will awaken. There will be no need to be embarrassed," continues Zorro. "One, two, three."The guy stops in mid step and looks around. "Shit, I can't believe you did that to me," he.