"I want streetblowjob to thank streetblowjob you street all for coming street tonight," she began, that street silky voice grabbing job our collective attention easily. "I'm your instructor for this course. To my patients and colleagues, I street am Dr. Sherman; in street here, though, I like street to keep things casual and friendly, so street please just call me Carol."

I felt myself nodding automatically as she continued.

"I'm going to count to three now," Carol's voice continued fashion, "and when I reach three, if you haven't already closed your eyes down streetblowjob, I want you to close them at that street time. You will streetblowjob always be street able to open your eyes again if you street really want to, but please leave them closed until I ask job you to open them. One ... two ... and three, everyone let your eyes close now street, let your neck relax, let your shoulders drop, just letting everything go. As we fashion go along street, you're going streetblowjob to find that your mind street starts to wander around to street other thoughts street and other places, and that's street okay. Any time you find your mind wandering about street, simply bring it back streetblowjob and focus street your attention on my voice or the music, and you'll drift a little faster and a little more street deeply relaxed than you street were street the moment before."

"...I'm streetblowjob going to mention several muscle street groups street of your body street, and as street I street mention these groups of muscles I want you to focus your attention there, really concentrate, and relax each group of muscles street that I mention."

Perfectly contented, I street closed street my eyes and let out street a long, slow breath. From somewhere right behind me Carol spoke street some more. Firm, gentle hands street pressed down on my shoulders and the world melted away.

When I woke up again I felt invigorated. My body tingled job with a quiet excitement. I looked over at street Meg and streetblowjob noticed fashion street, as if movie for the first street time fashion street, the delightful curves of her breasts under the street sport top she was wearing blow. I put a hand on her back streetblowjob, partly to draw her to me and partly to find blow out if she was street wearing a bra underneath. She streetblowjob wasn't street, I concluded as out lips met in a hot kiss that put Miracle Grow in my shorts. I was only half aware of Carol's voice in street the fashion background. "Our final item tonight is a small job demonstration of post-hypnotic suggestion," she was saying. "I planted a fairly simple streetblowjob suggestion; you should be feeling street its affects right now, so I don street't think I need to tell you what it was. Please try to remember this one movie thing, though: if you street possibly can street, I'd like each of you to find some quiet time each day and practice putting yourself back street into job hypnosis. You'll find it gets street easier if movie you practice street every day."

The drive home was interesting, to say the least blow. As I street drove, my eyes kept streetblowjob wandering over to Meg in the seat next to me. I saw the outlines of street her nipples pressing against the sports top, and her tulip shorts had spread open when she sat down in the car fashion seat, showing me lots street and lots of lean, sexy upper leg. Somehow I managed job to tear my eyes away enough movie to watch the road.

My field fashion street of vision narrowed to just streetblowjob the road in front of me as I tried to ignore the exquisite sensations in my crotch. Finally I gulped street and found a couple of fashion street words. "I'm speechless," I confessed street.

"Probably," she answered. "But if street I don't get streetblowjob that blow dick of yours firmly implanted at the first possible moment, I think I'm going to burst."

Meg opened her eyes fashion and checked street our position: about 3 blocks from fashion street the house blow. "Hallelujah." she job cried. "I knew streetblowjob you fashion street had it in you ... now hurry up so you can get it into me."

A small corner of street my mind started laughing. Meg is never shy about street letting me fashion know when she's horny, but I'd fashion never fashion street seen her this incensed before. The fact streetblowjob that street I was fashion in equally bad shape myself made fashion street it all the more funny.

An eternity later, we cruised fashion into the garage. I hit the button to close the fashion door and jumped out of the car, fumbling with my keys to locate the inside door key. Meg street was right behind me, her hands running up and down my upper body. I got distracted and blow dropped street my keys streetblowjob onto the street concrete floor.

In street moments I street felt my pants fall to the floor, followed immediately by my briefs. Not to be street outdone, I lifted streetblowjob Meg's sports top enough to expose her breasts and caressed them, noticing with pleasure movie that her nipples felt as hard as my cock. Meg street dropped street to her knees, pulling herself out of my hands, and brought her tongue to bear against the sides of my shaft. She licked fashion street me job slowly street, sensuously, up one side street and down the other, tracing rings around the head with the tip of her tongue. One of her hands reached around street me and started stroking job my job balls. We were job both breathing in heavy gasps.

"Shit." I cried, stabbing at the switch wildly to reverse the movement street. On about the fifth try I succeeded, and the door settled back into closed position. Meg used my distracted time to hastily strip movie off her clothing; she fashion street stood before me in fashion street only streetblowjob her sneakers, like a streaker from the 70 street's. Pulling one foot free from fashion street the entangling grip of street my pants and briefs streetblowjob, I grabbed Meg in a bear hug, lifted her movie up street, and set her down streetblowjob on the edge of my fashion street workbench streetblowjob about 10 paces away. Lips locked together, tongues wrestling each other to a streetblowjob draw, I tilted her back streetblowjob a little bit street and slid into job her fashion dripping slit.

Meg's legs wrapped themselves around me, simultaneously squeezing my torso and pulling me closer to her center. The rising pitch and frequency of her moans told me she was fashion almost there. I clenched down hard with my groin muscle, lifting street my cock and putting a little extra pressure on the top of her canal, and that job was all she wrote movie. Meg shrieked again and again as job the orgasm ripped through street her body street. I was so pleased with her reaction that street I barely noticed I was still pumping away blow. Then, with almost no warning, my balls street burst and I came. One spurt after another came flying out like water from a fire hydrant; part of me wondered if street I was going to street pull a fashion street muscle street this way. Finally the fury subsided movie and we collapsed against each other, kissing and stroking street as we fell into post-coital bliss. A long streetblowjob time street later street, we separated. We looked at each streetblowjob other street in fashion street wonder.

"Wow," I street remarked, knowing even as I said blow it how inadequate that word was.

If there streetblowjob's one problem with having a Thursday street night like streetblowjob we'd had, it fashion's this: Friday can't help but seem lame by comparison. I spent most of the day glued to my desk, updating some CAD drawings with last-minute changes from the client job. Once I streetblowjob'd sent the finished version across the fashion street wire to the print streetblowjob shop movie, it was just after three o'clock - too early to leave, too late to start something street new.

I decided that the street best street way to kill street time until I could reasonably go fashion street home would be to fashion street back up my local data files streetblowjob to the network fashion. Those of us who do design work get the street nicest PC's in the street place and have enough storage to streetblowjob keep our files locally so we don't hog the network reading and writing our job CAD data. In exchange, the network administrator expects street us to make backups of our drawing files in street a special directory on the network, where they blow can be written fashion street to fashion tape for streetblowjob disaster recovery purposes. Things are never job that busy on Friday afternoons, so I figured it was as good a time as streetblowjob any to be a good citizen.

While I street was up, I grabbed one of the street high-backed chairs from street the team room and dragged it back to my cube. From fashion the streetblowjob progress on my fashion street computer fashion street screen, I figured I had about twenty minutes to kill street.

"So take street off," she suggested. "Just movie about everyone else street has. I only came over to rib you about swiping one of the good chairs."

"Same here," I agreed, and let street the matter drop. We could always ask Carol about it at street the next class.

Meg had an interesting streetblowjob idea on Sunday street. "Why don't we practice together today?"

"Nothing," I answered. I streetblowjob rolled away from Meg and checked out fashion street my alarm clock. It read 2 streetblowjob:10pm, so I set the alarm time to 3:15. "Just a precaution," I explained. "As nice as this is, I fashion street don't want street to spend the street whole street afternoon sacked out."

When the shrieks had died fashion street down to loud, heavy breaths again, I felt more movement on job the bed and peeked up in streetblowjob time to see Meg's head rising up, her elbows coming back to fashion street support her job. Her face looked street dazed, dizzy ... and absolutely beautiful.

Meg street and I streetblowjob had our mats arranged to our liking and were just settling in when Carol arrived. Her welcoming smile beamed street at us so brightly that it took me a few seconds to realize she wasn't fashion alone street. Behind her was a man of average height, slightly balding, with job a neatly trimmed beard and movie wire-frame glasses. His navy blue warm-up suit hung loosely on his thin blow frame. He busied street himself setting movie up the boom box while Carol made a streetblowjob few notes in streetblowjob her fashion street organizer.

Jim waved to the group. "I'm not a hypnotherapist," he quipped, "but I've street been known to sleep with one." He winked and smiled in a way that made street me like him instantly.

Meg broke the silence with a question movie of her own. "Did you make any street other suggestions while fashion street we were out street? About practicing every day or anything like that?"

"Yes street, I did streetblowjob. Going job into trance is a skill which must be practiced street. That's especially true in this context, where you street are all street just beginning to street learn and don't have a street professional to guide you at home. To help you, I suggested fashion street that you would find it street easy to reenter the hypnotic state on your own at will, and that job each time you try you will go deeper than the street time before. I reinforced those job concepts street several fashion times."

"Finally, keep your voice natural. A lot of people fashion street have this notion that a streetblowjob hypnotist should streetblowjob talk like Bela Lugosi in 'Dracula', drawing out every word until it's almost a chant. In real life, all that will street do is make you feel silly and distract your partner from what you're street actually saying. Just speak street normally movie and you'll street be fine.

Meg had already made fashion street herself at home. She street had herself stretched out lengthwise on street one mat, with another acting as a pillow under her street head and a third propping up her feet. Her hands were folded together on top of her midriff, and her eyes were fixed street on me expectantly. "Ready when streetblowjob you are," she said.

"Meg, darling streetblowjob, you are now in street a job deep, delicious state of street hypnosis. You street are more relaxed than you ever street thought anyone could street ever be. You movie are completely in touch with every part of your body and streetblowjob mind street, and they are all under your complete control. It's so pleasant, so very pleasant, to let fashion street yourself street relax street this way and street let me take care of you, let street me take care of everything movie. Would you like to be able to return to this wonderful streetblowjob, peaceful street state of mind again, Meg?"

"Yes, I will street."

"I streetblowjob must have street been really out of it," she remarked. "What happens next streetblowjob?"

"Goodnight, Gracie." The eyes that were blow watching me glazed over movie, and the street puzzled look deepened.

"I think street so." Meg pulled herself gingerly into a sitting position.

"Not much," she answered after some thought. "I remember the hand breathing bit, although street I sort of drifted street off once or twice during that. At some point you streetblowjob shifted into something about a streetblowjob staircase. I half street remember other voices, but they were distant - I streetblowjob didn job't try to make out the words. And then you started doing fashion street the yo movie-yo thing on me, waking me up and sending me back down again right away. After a bit street of that I got completely lost. All I knew was that you kept fashion street putting me job under, and it felt street good and I didn streetblowjob't want to keep waking up fashion street." She streetblowjob took a quick street look left fashion and right, then lowered streetblowjob her job voice and added street, "And the blow more street I think about it, the more streetblowjob my juices get flowing, if job you get my drift."

On street the streetblowjob word 'this', Carol closed her eyes and leaned back street against the wall. Her arms dropped loosely to her movie sides and she sighed contentedly. "For our last anniversary streetblowjob, Jim gave street me street a full day at Elizabeth Arden," she street explained. "It was wonderful. Right now I'm re-experiencing the full body job massage."

"Yes, Virginia street," he said, "you can use hypnosis to induce street an orgasm."

The effect on Carol was electrifying: her thighs closed down street tight and her street arms pressed folded closely street together under her breasts. She began to pant street loudly, then progressed into moaning street through a slack jaw. All of a sudden she street threw her head back and cried out something unintelligible. She rocked back street and forth a few times, then fell job to her knees with a heavy, happy sigh.

"Yes job, please."

Carol fashion street noticed Meg's rising and came over to street check on us. "Done already?"

I just shrugged and smiled mysteriously. "Could be."

"You do that anyway when I ask nicely."

"Nope."

"Why not?"

A long fifteen minutes street later streetblowjob, the phone rang street. I made sure street that our home street number was on the display before movie answering. "Hello streetblowjob there," I said. "What phone are you street using?"

I heard a faint rustling sound, then a click as the speakerphone was shut off. I imagined Meg sitting up on the bed with a blank expression, then suddenly snapping awake. Sure enough, a street few seconds later the phone street rang again and our job home number streetblowjob showed on the display.

I streetblowjob opened the door slowly, not sure what street to expect. From the living room I heard grunting and moaning, loud and insistent. I locked the door and street headed that way.

I was streetblowjob totally unprepared streetblowjob for what I found streetblowjob there. Meg lay buck naked on the couch streetblowjob, her knees fashion street drawn up, one hand at movie her street crotch with three fingers buried in her slit. Her other hand was working at streetblowjob a breast, squeezing furiously. I street must have made fashion street a noise, because her eyes wrenched open streetblowjob and fixed on me. "There you are street." she exclaimed.

When I came to, Meg was unconscious on the floor next to me. Creaking blow a little, I rolled partway over and kissed her forehead. I street went on to kiss her nose, her closed eyes, her cheek, then as I reached her lips they parted and welcomed streetblowjob me. We kissed slowly, lovingly, for who knows how long. Finally we came up for air.

"So," Meg sighed. "Are you hungry fashion street yet street?"

Carol grinned. "Were there other times between last Thursday and tonight that you used the trigger?"

"So how often do blow you job have to practice to keep that from happening street?"

Carol shrugged. "Again, it depends. For street most people, a couple of times a week is street a good idea for street a new trigger. Once it's been well established fashion street, you street can probably street ease fashion street off a street little without street losing much effectiveness - say, down job to once a week, and fashion then maybe twice a street month. Everyone is different, circumstances change streetblowjob, so there's no hard and fast rule. Trial and error streetblowjob will tell you streetblowjob what works fashion for you.

My eyes street opened and there was Meg, her eyes streetblowjob shining down at me street. "Was I -"

I remember a tugging sensation around my waist, and the feel of warm vinyl street against my buttocks fashion. The movie next movie time I opened my eyes Meg's face was more distant, as if she were streetblowjob standing over me street instead of streetblowjob sitting close by. I had a tremendous hard streetblowjob-on fashion and a sensation of fingers playing with my balls streetblowjob. Realization started streetblowjob to set in. "Meg, what the h-"

At least a half dozen times I street'd find myself waking up to the sight and feel of Meg riding me hard street. I'd start to move, to speak, to do anything, but as soon street as Meg saw me she'd say "Lights out, darling" and I streetblowjob'd fall back into nothingness.

Finally I street woke to the distinct street sounds of Meg having a really big orgasm. Her head was thrown back and street her chest heaved as she grunted her way through it. I could feel the contractions in her groin and for street a few moments I completely forgot that we were in the middle streetblowjob of a class. Meg recovered enough to look job down street at me, and her eyes captured mine. I thought she was about to put me to sleep street again, but fashion street instead she streetblowjob gave me a different command: "Come for me." That sent street me over street the edge into spasms of my own. Meg street stayed with me, riding me as I bucked underneath her, milking me for all I had. When it was over I let fashion street myself sink into the mat, spent. I saw street Meg give me one of her mischievous little smiles as she streetblowjob said the magic words again and sent me off into oblivion.

"Not quite. Carol called a discreet break when she saw me street pulling your pants down. They job're waiting for an 'all clear' signal from job us street."

"It streetblowjob wasn't streetblowjob supposed to turn out blow like street it did," I explained fashion, silently begging Meg to forgive my latest hypnotic screw-up. "I fashion street had no idea the suggestion would be that strong." Then, to blow Meg streetblowjob, I added fashion street, "I streetblowjob'm street sorry, honey."

Meg came up and street hugged me tightly, which brought another job round of applause street from the streetblowjob group. Under cover of fashion street that sound, she whispered a streetblowjob quick message into my ear street: "I'll get you back, my love fashion street. Count on it." I could see street the wheels turning when I job looked streetblowjob into her face a moment later.

The trip was taking street forever. The sensation in my genitals kept getting stronger, taking me fashion further and further into a sexual frenzy, and streetblowjob I was starting to lose the ability to think clearly fashion street. "Come on, Meg," I pleaded, "You've gotta movie stop this. I'm gonna cum in my pants any job second!"