I could tell by yourmannerisms and, once I had you in a hypnotic state, I could dig deeperand find that my theory was valid. You have scores of repres...ed memoriesthat have been gnawing at you for years. After consulting heavily withmy husband, we decided that the best thing for you was to bring out your'sissy side' and allow her to flourish. Her name is Wendy. That was hername, not one that we provided."The whole while Dr. Herzog was talking, I watched Wendy. She smootheddown her short skirt,. "So I could jack off on your tits and you can't do a thing to stop me?"She blushed. "No; that would definitely afford me some gratification. I told you — it's a short list."I looked at her for a minute, wondering how I could satisfy all of us. Then I saw it — her hair was always pinned up. I unpinned it. It was that long dark lush East Indian stuff. There was a girl in Samoa who used to wrap her hair around my dick while she blew me. It felt amazing but she would never let me cum like that. I. Being capricious teenagers with a warped sense of humour, sex was a new frontier to all of us, and joking around, watching porn and trying booze, was all part of growing up where we lived.I went to the fridge and took out a beer, 'Better give this to him', I said, and Stella, jokingly grabbed her crotch, like in Michael Jackson style, 'Give him this too', and fell about laughing.I wondered just how funny she thought it was and how keen she might want to fool around with my father, like I said,. And yet Vanessa?s breathing grew shallow as she thought of what she might find as she turned the corner.Peeking through the door, Vanessa?s heart skipped a beat. Five women stood in a line, each completely naked, each stunningly beautiful. Narrow waists framed between wide hips and firm, heavy breasts, they were bathing beneath the showerheads, sensually running their hands over their curves, accentuating their feminine silhouettes. They moved with incredible grace, no wasted movement, no inch.