It hurt, but only briefly, soon replaced by a sore relief. His hands went further down my back, slowly moving up and down from my neck to my lower bac...: firm, tender strokes. His fingertips pressed against my soft skin, lightly grazing along the length of my back, before his palms slid back down in the opposite direction.I felt like clay in his hands, being reduced first to simple matter so I could be reformed into a new me. His muscled forearms pressed against my obliques, up onto my back,. My bra fell down at the same time. With a laugh, I let myself fall back on the bed, holding the helmet. I was quite groggy after this effort, but I smiled happily at the guy, as I was still wearing the helmet. My mind was still so fuzzy that I didn't fully realize my situation.I was laying on the bed, naked but for the helmet, My lower legs were hanging down over the edge. I was facing the ceiling with closed eyes. I was quite exhausted from the night. Then, I felt a hand on my thigh, caressing. I discovered that I did not need to be actually playing at the time, but that a recording would work just as well. I also was able to discover that I could plant subliminal messages while my subjects were tranced. I would tell Matt to wear a sweatshirt to the next practice even though temperatures were easily reaching 95 and higher everyday. Or I would tell Pam not to wear underwear for a couple of days. This they did with a smile on their faces. I also discovered that the length of the trance. It was passionate sex we were having. I felt connected, just looking at him. When he smiled,I did. He was hypnotic. Even when at last he shot his warm juices into my willing hole, a warm sensation fell over me. He collapsed onto me and finally allowed my legs to come down. His sweaty body felt warm and I squeezed him. When he did get off me, we spooned. I could feel his heart beating and the sounds from the pool area. I felt very weak, tired, and good all at once like high for the first time. .