When she was awake, Wendy myfirstsexteachermrsstorm had developed a enter profound amnesia for what I'd been doing with her in trance, so she wouldn't be sand storm bothered by mrs any rough storm stuff we myfirstsexteacher had to work sand storm through. I was really myfirstsexteacher starting to storm like the myfirstsexteacher young myfirstsexteacher Wendy I met when she was under, though, so I had her dissociate from the myfirstsexteachermrsstorm traumatic memories before leading sand her back to them. I put her in her grown-up body storm, sitting beside me myfirstsexteachermrsstorm in the balcony of a movie enter theater, watching young Wendy down below, who was watching her bad memories myfirstsexteacher on the movie screen. The first time myfirstsexteachermrsstorm we went to one of the sand moments of maximum terror, watching the back of her mother's asshole boyfriend as he left Wendy's bedroom, enough myfirstsexteacher of the frozen affect leaked through that myfirstsexteacher she gasped and started to cry, clutching my hand hard enough to myfirstsexteacher leave storm bruises.

As these experiences became tolerable to think about, Wendy myfirstsexteacher realized something she had always myfirstsexteacher repressed myfirstsexteacher. Awful as the circumstances myfirstsexteacher were, she had often enjoyed the sex. "Don't let the waking storm me myfirstsexteacher know that." she blurted. "The way she is now, she's not tough enough to take it." I sand storm solemnly promised mrs not to tell. The ice myfirstsexteachermrsstorm cube in storm the middle of adult Wendy was her repressed sexuality; she had enter frozen herself as a myfirstsexteacher punishment for that sneaky myfirstsexteachermrsstorm guilty pleasure. Her adult sex myfirstsexteacher life had been largely frigid and manipulative. Only occasionally had she found a man who was myfirstsexteacher dominant enough that she could release her pleasure-starved and affectionate nature in submission to him. Then she couldn't help herself; she came...and came...and came...because he was making her come. And she hated herself in the morning.....She had hoped that Michael might storm be one of these magic masters, and when she decided he myfirstsexteacher wasn't, her rejection had myfirstsexteacher left icicles myfirstsexteacher dangling from his cock, poor boy.

Part Two, Transforming storm Wendy myfirstsexteacher

I had always wondered about the possibility of changing sexual myfirstsexteachermrsstorm orientation with hypnosis. In theory it should be possible, and I had some sympathy myfirstsexteacher for the efforts of the Christian myfirstsexteacher "reparative therapists," who are myfirstsexteacher sometimes able to help a gay person act straight enough to have a satisfying marriage. What would they think of myfirstsexteacher this? Don enter't ask.....

Finally the big day came. I invited mrs Pam over myfirstsexteachermrsstorm for dinner, and had Wendy wait on us in the nude. Pam had to stifle her snickers at the orange myfirstsexteacher breasts, but sand storm she liked myfirstsexteacher what she saw, and when Wendy saw Pam enter scoping her out, she blushed, but smiled happily. After dinner I had Wendy kneel myfirstsexteacher to Pam and tell myfirstsexteachermrsstorm her, "Miss Pam, I love you mrs. I want to be myfirstsexteacher your girlfriend, and I want to sand be your slave. I will happily myfirstsexteacher accept any relationship myfirstsexteachermrsstorm you are willing to have with myfirstsexteacher me."

"I notice she made you wash off your orange tits; does that bother you?"