Enjoy." With her arm cradled In that of her escort, Barb, or should we say Babbs, started toward the end of the hall. As she approached the top of th... stairs she could hear voices and the sound of a piano. Looking down from the top step, she could see well dressed men and women of varying ages. The men seemed to outnumber the women about 3 or 4 to one. None of the women appeared to be over 30. Her escort guided her down the stairs and across the room without a word. They approached Mr. Darrien. There is a little less sex in this story than usual. If you like this story, vote. Fives are appreciated. * * * * * The CEO of DataTech was a beautiful woman. She was also a bitch. I am Mike Smith, an investment banker and a hypnotist. My stage name is MasterHypnotist. Wilbur Kelly was a client of mine. He was also the husband of Suzanne Kelly, the CEO I just referred to. Wilbur was in my office. ‘I don’t know what I am going to do. DataTech is going to tank and I am locked in by the insider. ‘I could give you…instructions—help you satisfy yourself…’ There was a long pause while she considered his suggestion. It felt a little weird to think about masturbating with him on the phone, but maybe not much different than if he was there touching her. ‘Okay, what kind of instructions?’ she agreed. ‘You have to do everything I say,’ he commanded. ‘Okay,’ she submitted. ‘Tell me what to do.’ First he asked her what she was wearing. When she told him her old red nightshirt, he imagined her. I am authorized to tell you enough to convince you of the authenticity of the trust so you will come to New York to hear the details" she said."That sounds good Miss Burns" Brian responded."When you were born, your maternal Grandparent's commissioned the Ravenhurst Law firm to set up a trust fund for you, which would be made available to you on or after your 25th birthday. This firm set up the legal documents and contracted out the accounting and investing of the annual annuity that the Ross's.