Oh my god! NO! Not Beth! Not my Beth!Frantically Ken looked around the room mentally planning an escape plan and route when Beth, now fully asleep, ar...se from her chair and was escorted off stage by Darlene, the hypnotist's assistant.Ken's heart sank. His rescue had been thwarted already. Then he remembered the red dress... a woman left and returned in a red dress.The woman in the red see-through dress... Beth wouldn't... no, not my conservative Beth. They could never get her to... no... not in. Whilst my head was buried in her crotch and my tongue was busy thevibrator inside me started to vibrate and the crop was being usedexpertly on my buttocks, backs of legs and inner thighs. I was painfullyerect at this time but there would be no satisfaction for me, my manhoodremained trapped in its satin prison. Each jerking of my helplesslypunished body brought fresh groans from me and moans from the woman whowas obviously enjoying it. When she finally climaxed my head was draggedback and I. It is actually somewhat hard to finish the act without a ground to move against, but I was excited enough I didn't have any troubles. And then we floated back to the ground and she said "I felt like I was flying", and I explained that we had. And strangely enough, she didn't disbelieve me. (I think that once people have flown, they become much more likely to believe it is possible.) And that night, the dam broke, and she wanted to go again and again, hovering, zooming, me holding her from in. Your long blonde hair falls in pleasing ringlets down your back; I study the shape of your neck, the curve of your hips.You are just wearing your underwear. Black bra, small black hipster panties, and sheer black hold up stockings, just as you had promised. Your body is every man's dream, large pert breasts, long legs that would send you into frenzy with their smoothness and the kind of waist you could lose a day exploring with your every sense.I still stand, not wanting to dare break the spell.