Many people base their assumptions about hypnotism on stage acts but fail to take into account that stage hypnotists screen their volunteers to select...those who are cooperative, with possible exhibitionist tendencies, as well as responsive to hypnosis. Stage acts help create a myth about hypnosis which discourages people from seeking legitimate hypnotherapy.Another myth about hypnosis is that people lose consciousness and have amnesia. A small percentage of subjects, who go into very deep. I arranged myself to be ready for daddy. I pulled my nighty so I was naked from my titties down. I guessed I should have stayed naked but what if mom came in to say good night. I could tell her I was too warm.Later I heard mom and dad return. Shortly after that the shower was running. Considering the short time it was on I knew dad had showered first. I could barely hear their voices but I heard their movements. Then I heard my door open.“Brooke?”“Yes daddy.”“I just come to say good night.”I. When I turn to take the bucket back he asks, “What are you doing looking after Dodger?”“I figure he’s my horse now. We got ambushed. When the guy in front of me got hit and fell off his horse Rounder, my horse, reared up and dumped me on my arse. In doing so he took a couple of arrows meant for me, so I forgave him for dumping me.” The soldier smiles at my being so forgiving. “The air was full of arrows and it didn’t seem like a good place to hang around. The fastest way out was on a horse, so. The noice I made I'll admit wasn't very masculine, but who cares? She lowered herself to her knees before me and looked up at me with hungry eyes as she continued her work on me. Keeping my eyes open had become a chore, her hand felt so good, then came her mouth. I moaned grabbing her shoulders, she let out a soft giggle and started to bob her head on me. The feeling of her warm mouth and tounge drove me insane. How long was I enjoying it? Don't ask me that time didn't exist anymore. I was.