We went on the computer and did a bit of research to see if there was some way to undo what Joe had done. ‘I don’t think I can completely undo wh...t Joe has done’ he said, ‘but I may be able to change it or add to it to help you cope. I will have to hypnotize you to do that, but I don’t think I know enough to be able to put you in a trance in your agitated and excited state. Does Joe have a code, something they call a trigger phrase, that he uses when he puts you under?’ ‘Yes. Yes. He told me. Nonetheless he had to start somewhere.With a weak tone he would almost always spit his words in finality “I at least like to be wined and dined before you decide to FUCK ME.”He screamed the last words. Those made him feel better. A load of off his chest.Thought he would want to credit these to himself, those were “stolen” from a show.A South Park classic. “Wouldn’t you agree dear reader?”This time was no different and he used different slurs, but as if running on empty, his words lacked the. I stripped down to my lingerie and climbed on top of him, slowly working my way down his body to his cock. I sucked and teased it with my tongue, licked his balls and soon tasted the sweet pre-cum start to ooze out of him. I decided now was the time. I subtly removed my butt plug and squirted some lube onto his now rock hard cock. I moved up his body and straddled him over the chest before lowering myself back onto his cock. I had been expecting it to hurt but it slipped straight in with no. ‘The thing is—’ Connie started, but before she could continue, her parents and Simon came in the house. ‘Where’s my mouse?’ Their father’s voice boomed. Edward Davetsky was a large man who put one in mind of Santa Claus, despite looking nothing like the traditional images. He was tall and lean but it was his spirit, Connie thought, that brought Father Christmas to mind. He called Connie his mouse because she’d been so small when she was born. ‘In here, Grampa,’ she teased. She stood up and ran.