Not this time. Not with me again.As my tongue explored deeper in her pussy, her body was already convulsing uncontrolled. I could feel her body stiffe... above me, her lips getting a tighter grip around my dick trying to get my juices out. My lips were sucking her pussy lips, playfully teasing them. Moving upwards, my tongue searched for her spot and as I zeroed into her spot, she was rapturous and unable to suck my dick any longer.Her head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers locked around my hard. But right now, all we can do is wait for the results. I really don’t expect them to find anything.”“You’re extremely confident for a man who suspects that he might have a mental illness.”“I married you, didn’t I?” I grinned.“Read your magazine, Tiger!” Jessica laughed.I kissed her again, then sat down on the couch with The Economist. In my bag were also the latest issues of The Hockey News and of Winston Cup Scene, along with a couple of books. I expected to be bored out of my mind for the next. She kneels, holding the required position perfectly, immobile, yet aware, poised not to defy, but to obey.Others have knelt there before her, some bound so tight each breath was restricted, chained to the floor, the touch of the cold steel of the cattle prod on the back of the neck reminded one that defiance offered only excruciating pain. But not my plaything. Her spirit held her fears in check, no signs of panic, but equally no beaten cowed automaton.My thoughts were interrupted by the. He’d love to command her to fall to her knees and stroke his cock before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. He’d give anything for Donna to suck him before fucking him. Only, way ahead of himself, he first needed to see if she was really hypnotized and if he had suggestive control of her mind before he could take sexual control of her body. * * * * * ‘Donna, if you can hear me, cross your right leg over your left leg,’ he said testing the waters. Immediately, slowly and seductively, she.