Images of her time with Varun came and went in her head, fleeting glimpses of herself with his cock in her mouth, how wrong the action was, how good i... had felt. A snide little voice that she had not heard in her head before reminded her how even the hairbrush felt better than her husband's lovemaking, causing her to give out a laugh. It was then that she looked up and saw herself in the bathroom mirror, naked, legs spread wide, pumping herself with her own brush, lusting for exotic black cock.. For any of you potential hypnotists out there reading this, you better think of this if you are going to be fucking with people's minds--especially the minds of people you really care about.When I kissed Shirley good-bye that morning, I noticed that she was a bit hesitant. I needed to give her time to think things through, and I left with Wendy to go to work."What's wrong with Shirley?" Wendy asked as I pulled my car out of the driveway."She's coming to grips with this whole hypnosis thing.". The Master's study is contained within Meridian Manor, an expansive country house. By the Master's decree this residence is operated without electricity and other modern technologies. The slaves assigned to staff this great house, are selected for their passion and talent for acting, as a result a wonderful role-play exists in the life of every slave. The house exists as an exciting recreation of Victorian life. Although the Master remains in residence only a few weeks per year, his slaves. Eventually Kushnati calmed down and he and Brad dug Sarah out. She'd been tied into a ball, so the hole Kushanti had dug wasn't as deep as I'd thought. For all of his sixty eight years, though, he was obviously fit.Brad called into his mobile phone. Femke and Greetje were sent back out, this time with a brush and hose. Together they untied Sarah, hosed her down and brushed the sand from her. As they took off her gag, she retched and threw up whatever unpleasant drink, Kushnati had forced down.