They were long limbs, long and lithe. ‘What’s your name?’ He waited a few moments for any response. Somewhere in the past, he’d read an artic...e about comatose patients who woke up and remembered people who’d talked to them. The stress and pressure of the situation tapped a nervous vein of adrenaline and Tom felt compelled to explain, ‘I don’t know if you can hear me. My name is Thomas DuBois. You’re going to be all right.’ Tom’s eyes wandered over her breasts, passed her bellybutton ring and. He had planned to start after only taking a year off, but he'd gotten really into his hobby of practicing hypnotism and delayed his initial plans.He had hoped to parlay his talent into an actual career, but he found that without a degree he could not practice hypnosis as a form of therapy. Nor had he found any traction in trying to get paid gigs at either parties or as a performer somewhere. However, he'd practiced on several friends and most of his family once or twice. Usually he just helped. "Welcome, High Priestess Monica Torres, said the head Lady.After the final hug, Monica pulled up her dress and looked down.Around her waist was a metal belt that hung on her hips. On each side of her hips was a small padlock. Their were several holes the lock could go through, making it adjustable to various size hips. Running from the front of the belt down between her legs was another metal strip. It flared out in front, to completely cover her clitoris and vagina. At the back, the strip. I groan loudly. His large cock stretches me. He leans down and kisses me, and then bites my bottom lip. He retracts and I feel all of him leave my pussy. I feel empty and a need aches inside of me. I need to be filled. He thrusts back in making me moan again. He slowly moves in and out. Suddenly, he thrusts in and out more and more quickly. “Oh god,” I moan. The intensity of our shared pleasure is filling me. I reach the brink of orgasm and he slows, watching my body, knowing how to tease me. I.