This time, imagining him. And me. Doing…everything.Day 2: As I said, I never order in, but in this case, I had to. Again. I even tried to time it a...proximately the same as the first morning. And whether by design, or fate, or accident, Greg was at my door again with the warm smile, that fit form of his and a breakfast fit for a prince.This time I was more awake, freshened up but still robed (yes, that was an obvious choice, but subtlety isn’t always successful in new territory).There was a. Her breathing came short and sharp as she examined his face. Her fingers moved from brow to mouth.Her vulva convulsed in anticipation just as he had moments before he left himself to her. She wanted desperately to explore this discovery, to rub herself against him. Each frictional move to pass through her taut panties, each tugging motion to arouse her.The helpless, unknowing state of him making her groan inwardly at the sight as her sex anticipated the first young, dead cock pleasuring her. She fears that these actions will put her on the proverbial ‘slippery slope’ toward using hypnosis in sexual relationships with clients. She was correct in that fear and in Cruise Ship Hypnosis, Part 3, she and Matt have just such a relationship with Cindy. While not absolutely necessary, I would recommend reading Cruise Ship Hypnosis, Part 1, Chapter 1, to provide a better picture of Katie and Matt’s backgrounds. Reference to events in Part 2 and Part 3 will also be referred to in this story. . I love your strawberry blonde hair, but I bet you would be really cute as a red-head…you certainly have the skin for it.” “Thanks, maybe for my birthday I will ask my mom. Why are you dressed?” I asked. “So, I need you to be cool about something. My boyfriend is coming over in a few minutes. If you are ok with it, he and I are going to play around in the guest room.” “Uhmm, what to you mean? Is he going to???” “Yes. He is going to fuck me.” “Oh.” “Oh? That’s all you say?” Gwen.