.the dress fell to her ankles as she stepped out and was in her bustier, french cut panties and thigh high stockings....the bra came off and her breas...s sprang free with brown nipples swaying to the beat, beat, beat of my cock....placing her feet on the toilet, she rolled down her stockings and then carefully removed her undies, showing a thick thatch of pubes and i FINALLY saw a crack of her vagina; pink and angry....she spent some time in the mirror removing some makeup and from my position,. She would suckle with all her might while the tip of her tongue worked magic on the veins that covered my length. Not only that, she would dress up in different attire to arise feelings within my chest. Sometimes she was a naughty schoolgirl, other times she was an innocent down to earth cowgirl, but my favorite was when she dressed up like my own personal maid. I could whip her petite little ass as she bent over the table to pick up a mess I had made. My daughter was my dream. With that in. She finally consented when she began having trouble sleeping. When I assured her that she could sleep better through a post-hypnotic suggestion, she agreed to try it. Once under, she was given a key word which would make her relax and available to other suggestions. That was when the fun began. Knowing something about hypnosis, I realized that the power of a suggestion weakens over time unless it is constantly reinforced. I made a list of suggestions and put them in my wallet so I wouldn’t. I had my wife. None could conquer me. You will leave her undefended. They'll take her!I turned my disembodied spirit to watch my wife, drinking in her beauty. The next time I would see her, it would be her violated body. Why was Slata showing me this? Just to hurt me? To show me how I failed my wife?The scene changed and I stared in my yurt. It felt like a home, all the little feminine touches Serisia had placed in it. How empty it had felt after her death.Serisia slept on the furs, her face.