“Yes.” “Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortlyyou’ll begin to feel sleepy and you’ll close your eyes,but ...ou’ll be able to hear every word I say.” In less then 5 minutes John was completely under. “John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” “Yes,” came the dreamy reply. “OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about yourfeelings towards black men.” There was no hesitation in John’s reply.. ." Beccasearched her Spotify account.Aaron lent forward, pushing me to one side. I could feel the sweat ofhis arm making an imprint on my skin. "I've got this. It's the playlistI use before the gym." He passed his phone to Becca who scrolledthrough it, her expression unreadable."There's some good tracks." She nodded her head in approval. "Ha, look.Journey. Super kitsch." She looked at Tom. "Any good?" So long as it wakes me up. You two?" He spoke to Chloe and me. We werestill being crushed by. He made sure I knew how pathetic I looked with his big brown cock fucking my well used sissy cunt and my little caged clit dribbling away. I was starting to feel like I was going to have a sissygasm when he began to fuck me much faster and grabbed my hips... pulling me onto him hard as he bred me deep. He pulled out and I quickly turned and cleaned his cock with my mouth, making sure to suck every last drop. I thanked him for his load and he quickly dressed and commented on how slutty I looked. ”She came the rest of the way into the garage and climbed into the passenger seat. When she sat down, her long T-shirt rode up, showing me she had nothing else on. I nodded toward the golden bush of pubic hair.“Getting brave there.” I joked.“We’re in the garage.” She reminded me. She took the end of the hose from me. “So’ what kind of tweaking?”“It needs a second intake.” I said. “So it can get air.”Kara shrugged.“Drill a hole.”“What about the upholstery brush?”“When have we ever used it?”I.