” “Oh my…God,” she said as a result of it all. Natalie watched as it occurred. Natalie smiled as she watched her friend’s body and all her m...nnerisms as well. In a friendly sweet tone of voice she asked “Are you alright?” All of a sudden she leaned in slowly. Natalie kissed Chloe on her lips, softly. Of course Chloe liked it and Natalie knew she did so Natalie kissed her again on her lips. “I want you Chloe,” she said. “I want you badly!” It happened again. They pulled one another into their. And so it was that he had run a thriving hypnotherapy service since early adulthood. He had jumped through all the nescessary hoops to make himself appear as legitimate as possible. He had a degree in psychology and a wall full of certificates. He put his clients through a completely unnescessary routine of shutting their eyes and counting down from a hundred, or some other pointless ritual, to disguise the magical commands he was actually giving them. He did everything he could to appear as if. I went straight to the petting zoo to sit on a bench. There was a little boy riding a pony who quickly left once he saw me the way I looked. I sat on the crooked wooden bench, crying among the miniature ponies and Khaz Modan rams. One furry white ram came up to me, bleating softly, tipping his head for treats. Go.. go away, I said shakily. The ram backed up, still looking at me. Turn ..around, I commanded, unsure of whether it would listen this time. It didnt move. Turn around. It finally. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more".