They were dropping me off from the party.Kyle and I kissed, hearing our friends whistling.We laughed, and he hugged me."I'll call you later," he whisp...red in my ear.I nodded and waved bye to the others, and then gave Kyle a kiss on the cheek.I unlocked the door, and went inside, laughing to myself.I shut the door behind me, and leaned against it. I heard the gang calling out to Kyle, and him responding, his voice getting further and further away, until it was the same volume as theirs. I heard. But you need a prop to get hard. You must wear panties. Withoutpanties, your cock will remain limp. You will always wear panties. Asthe time goes by until our next appointment, anal sex and panties willbecome normal to you. When our one-on-one session is through and I giveyou the key phrase, you will become horny. Your wife will remove herpanties and you will put them on. When they are on, you will become hardand anxious to fuck her ass. You don't care about my watching."Lansing had Dorn repeat. I flipped to the back, hoping the newest entries would be more illuminating.Experiment on the principals of domination and the binding of necrotic flesh. I grimaced as I read the passage. It detailed his plans to turn the crew of a river boat into his mind slaves while simultaneously preparing their corpses to be gathered into an automaton. His magic circles were drawn out, and he had even selected which crew would be given which ones based on the qualities he identified with them."Anything. "I thought I had failed your test." Why, because you looked at my boobs?" Yeah." Paul, most people never get past the scar." What?" Most of the time I get one of two responses. They notice the scar and look away or they notice the scar and act like it doesn't bother them." So because I'm a sex fiend I'm OK?" No, because you looked into my face and didn't notice my boobs or my scar longer than most people will look at me." You have pretty simple judgment criteria." It's been effective so far.".