How much more.” I looked down. “Almost there.” I was beginning to sweat, my arousal was working and paying off. I finally absorbed all of him. H... was inside of me, so deep it felt like he was in my gut. I relaxed on top of him, releasing all my weight. Everything he had, all nine or whatever inches, was inside of me. Awesome.“I did it Garret. Just look.” I raised myself until I could see the swollen head then slid back down, burying him, to the hilt, as some might say. “Impressed?” I sure. Knowing that each male would be vetted, medically tested and driven to the house in a closed truck without any outside stimulus or location markers ensuring total anonymity for the participants as well as the recipient, was a gargantuan feat of planning. And skill. My wife had planned it all. Yes, we did have a number of trusted associates that did a part of the procurement work, but the plan was all my wife’s.I loved that woman.Now all that was left for me was my participation. She didn’t know. Outside, we'd drop our pants to pee, then leave them down until weheard someone or just got bored standing bare- bottomed outside.One day, we did this in the bushes near our house, along the busystreet near the factory at one end. I hopped from one bush to thenext, pants down around my ankles, weenie bouncing. I dared Jack todo the same and he did. For the next couple of weeks, we played thishopping game, with our trousers down and our bare behinds showing toanyone passing on the street. Mostly. ”“When I hypnotize you, who do you give up power to?”“You.”I slipped another finger into my sister’s sopping wet pussy.“When I hypnotize you, it makes me more powerful, doesn’t it?”“Yesssss.”Even while deep in trance, even while speaking in monotone, my fingers distracted Lucy enough that she got caught on the ‘s’.“Power is sexy, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“You find power sexy, don’t you?”‘Yes.”“The more power I have, the more sexy I am, right?”I slipped a third finger inside Lucy’s wetness, causing her.