’ Yeah, like I said, hypnotism gone bad or perhaps some silly comedy. Anyway, the hypnotist packed up his stuff and our group headed back to the bus...for the short ride to our hotel. By the time my wife and I made it back to our room we were so worn out that we quickly showered and went to bed. It had been probably six months since the last time we had sex and hypnotist or no that was the last thing that came to mind. It was the following morning while sipping coffee I thought some about the. Her hot wet twat clamped down on me, as I shot off a torrent of hot sperm deep inside her convulsing super nova cunt, we both screamed“Cumming I’m cummmmmming aggggggggggg yessssssssss fuck fuck meeeeeeeeeee”“Cum cum n meeeeee ughhhhhhhhh cummmmmm oh godddd I’m cumming oh hh cum in me fill my pussy cummmm inn meeeee”My balls emptied its hot load into her wet trembling cunt filling her to overflow as I shoved as much of my seed into her womb as possible, her spasming. "You'll never get away with this," she toldhim through clenched teeth. He passed the ropeover a hook in a joist and easily lifted her by herthumbs until only her toes were in contact with thecement floor. She let out a long howl of pain as herthumbs turned purple. She tried to plead with him,but she could not form sentences while screaming. She knew the pain would get worse. "By the time they find your bodies, I'll belong gone, disappeared, as far as the police areconcerned. No way. .. And it sure as hell wasn't e. e. cummings that got me up!"Lois smiled. Her smile was less self-conscious now. She'd been permitted to spend lots of mirror-time in the hospital. Dr. Falkenberg had been right: She was going to be pleased, and relieved, at how far she could come back.Paul touched her face, gently pushing back her hair -- hair only partially grown back from having been shaved off entirely, following the accident. "You're back," he said. "The follow-up surgeries will help, but.