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It wasn’t long after Amanda left that I heard Maureen’s voice from upstairs calling me, "Oh, Sweetie, would you please come up and give me a hand?"
"Hunh?" I thought. What is going on here? I went upstairs and found Maureen in Amanda’s full-length satin housecoat, with her back to me holding the ends of a necklace under her damp blonde hair, ready to be clasped behind her neck. Her outline was hourglass erotic as I approached to close the clasp for her. I had this urge to wrap my arms around and hug her from the back first, but thought better of that, and closed the clasp instead. As I did, Maureen let her hair down, turned her head looking me seductively in the eye, followed by her shoulders and then the rest of her body.
"Thank you, my love." She said with her hands holding the back of my neck.
Amanda’s parting words rebounded in my head, "Do exactly what she says . . . and thank me later." I decided to play the game.
Maureen pulled the lapels of the robe open to show the crystal pendant dangling with sparkles in her cleavage. "Do you think this looks good on me?"
"Oh yes, exquisite."
"Do you think it goes well with this?" She said as she slowly undid the sash and held the edges of the robe open.
This new kittenish Maureen was confusing me. Her confident posture and body movements were making this already beautiful female specimen, exude sexuality from every pore. Here in one of Amanda’s sheer teddys was this voluptuous woman, making the front flap of my shorts open like the starting gates at the dog track. She looked at it surprised, then pleased, then curious, and squatted down to look under at it. After the intimate romp we had the last week, I shouldn’t have been embarrassed by this inspection by her, but she was not the same person here before me either. She reached up and gently squeezed my balls with a couple of fingers and her thumb like my scrotum was a piece of fruit she was testing for ripeness before picking. Then she dragged her fingers along the underside of my cock as she stood back up, sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body. "Very interesting." She said.
Maureen walked over to Amanda’s vanity with the open robe flowing, chose a brush, sat down, held up the brush behind her, and looked at me in the mirror saying, "Would you be a dear and help me with this mess?"
Unsticking my feet and legs from my trance-like stance, I took the brush from her and tentatively and clumsily began to stroke her hair. She smelled like Amanda after a shower, so she must have taken a quick one during or after the time Amanda was leaving. I became a relatively quick study on how to do it without pulling her hair painfully and began to establish a rhythm . At one point, she pushed back the bench and had me stand in front of her between her legs to brush her hair forward down over her face for a while. It was difficult to keep my concentration on doing a good job of it, as she would put her hands under the back flap on my naked buns and grope me. Or, she would toy with the cord leading to the band around my balls teasing them back between my legs. She would get totally out of my reach when she would bend forward and nuzzle, kiss or lick the tip of my cock, or try to whip the underside of it with her almost dry hair. As the arousal would become too much for me. I would gently signal her by putting my hands on her shoulders and guiding her back up to an upright position. And playfully it would begin again.
She had me finish brushing her hair back in place, while holding my cock and balls into her cleavage by her hands on my butt cheeks, kneading them like dough. It was everything I could do to keep from surprising her with a warm glob hitting her chin. In fact, I had to decide that her hair was done, back away and say, letting a held breath out a little, "Looks perfect. Phew!"
Then to make small talk and to cool things down a bit, I commented that it looked like her breasts were healing nicely, and that I couldn’t really tell that they had been irritated at all at this point.She slipped a breast out and tried to look at it herself. Then she looked up at me as if to say, "What are you talking about?" I reached out and gently stroked the nipple and areola with my fingers and asked, "Doesn’t this hurt?"
She smiled and cooed. "No, silly. Don’t stop. It feels gooood." And she brought out the other one as well. This was obviously Amanda’s work, and miraculously, the redness was almost all gone. Now she was inviting my touch, which she would have cringed at an hour and a half earlier.
This change before me was mystifying, starting with her showing up at our doorstep. A week ago, when she was Will’s done over bimbo. Now the big hair was normal, the nails a regular length, her face a natural beauty, her posture more confident and self-assured, and most of all, she was communicating with me as her own person. She had peeled off the false veneer and the real sensual femininity was coming out. In a sense, she was becoming more like Amanda. I was looking at her with new eyes and experiencing her as a new person.
"You know, I didn’t get a chance to shave when I took a quick shower. You don’t suppose you would be willing to help me with it, do you?" She said pushing my wiggling tongue away from her left breast, and holding my face in her hands looking admiringly into my eyes."
"Love to." I said, glad to have this opportunity to experience these interesting moments further.
We reconvened in the bathroom. I sat down on the throne with its top down, content to soak in the visual sensuality before me, while awaiting my chance to be helpful. Maureen showered herself below the shoulders with the curtain pulled aside as if on a stage. She put lotion on her whole body, doubling the amount on her legs and backside. The way she would look back at me to check my reaction, gave the show the feel of a strip tease. She proceeded to shave her legs slowly, standing sideways to me and putting her foot up on the side of the tub. This showed off her smooth rounded and strong legs and rear end. I wanted to caress her firm roundness and crawled over to sit by the edge of the tub, leaning my left arm on it for support. "My, aren’t we getting eager, my pet."
Reaching up with my right hand, I caressed the back of her leg up around to the top of the buttocks and back down again. It didn’t hurt her and the bruising had diminished to nothing more than a fresh sunburn. She stopped her shaving, put her head back with eyes closed, and moaned. "Oh yes. That’s nice." She encouraged. She handed me the razor and asked, "Would you be a dear, and help me with my hard to reach places?"
Maureen moved her legs apart and bent down in front of me, pulling apart her cheeks with her fingers. I helped her with the touch up of the hairs around her anus and reached for a squirt of lotion on my finger to work it around this sensitive area. Her body started to fold into itself and she took her fingers away to catch herself with her hands on her knees still pushing her rear obscenely back at me, and contracting her sphincter asking for more sensation. "Oh you naughty boy. You devil you. That is unbearably wonderful what you are doing." She uttered in a low sultry way.
After working a finger around for a while then two, I cupped her sex with my hand and said, "One more area to go."
She hissed in a deep breath, holding it until I let go to allow her to reposition herself to the edge of the tub. I sat Indian style between her legs, my cock pointing at the target for the razor, and used extreme caution while shining up her snatch. I ran a little water in a wash cloth and dabbed the loose hairs away. There was still a little redness, but still my touch excited her. I slowly and deliberately went from sitting to kneeling and began to kiss, then lick, and finally, suck her love center. She went crazy with lust and grabbed the back of my head and held on for dear life, as I continued my steadily increasing mission to make her squeal. I reached up with my left hand and tried to touch her nipple of her right breast. She relaxed her right arm still holding my head to her tightly with her left. Than I reached up with my right and started to stimulate her left breast. She let go of my head altogether and caught her body from falling backwards with her outstretched hands against the back of the tub. I placed her legs on my shoulders while I continued my onslaught on her breasts and her love button. She took her hands and placed them on the bottom of the tub and tilted her head back so it was upside down. Her stomach and hips started to shudder and undulate harder and harder until she arched her body in a tight bridge, screaming, "Eeeearrrrgh! Oh. Oh. Oh. That’s it." (I love it when that happens.) "Oh stop. I don’t think . . . Oh my gooooodddd! Eeeeeee . . . Ooooooo . . . Oh please no more. Stop! Stop! Really. That was wonderful. Oh yes. Stop. Oh thank you. Yes. Stop. Oh you devil you." She said as she experienced one orgasm on top of the other.
"Phew! Just give me a minute. Then will take care of any stubble you may be sporting, you rascal you." She said trying to catch her breath and basking in her after glow while slumped in the tub. I was waiting pleased with myself sitting up against the side of the tub on the floor. I just loved taking her that one notch higher than she thought she could go.
We talked for about fifteen minutes. I had to fight back the urges to fulfill my curiosity by asking her about her relationship with Will, surmising that it would kill the moment and take her back to the earlier Maureen. The new Maureen was far too much fun. Finally, she started to stir. She tapped me on the shoulder. "Why don’t you take off those amusing clothes. Its time for you to hop on this horse here for some bare butt riding." She went on to explain, as she positioned me. "Here this handle on the soap dish are your reins. This is going to be a bumpy ride so you’d better use two hands. That’s it." She said as she had me face the side wall of the tub. "Better bow them there legs out a bit to fit around this here saddle." She said as she placed my feet apart and tapped the inside of my legs for me to take a bowlegged stance.
It actually made me feel more like a jockey the way I was positioned, so the attempt at a cowboy accent was getting lost on me. She took a cup and poured warm water all over my backside a couple of times, which loosened me up but good, then greased me up with the lotion. She started shaving my butt and all around my crack. Then she took some lotion and dabbed it on my hole, saying "You know, what’s good for a gander, is a goose." With that she grabbed my loose hanging balls with her left hand and took a vibrator of Amanda’s she found and started twirling it in. She turn it on low and decided that my balls shouldn’t be so loose when she tries to shave them, worrying she might nick the skin. So, she ran cold water from the tap and basted my balls with it until they ran up to my cock to hide. Then she had me turn around and said, "Reach for that over hanging limb. Your horse is a runaway." And, I reached to touch the ceiling, while she shaved my front in this monkey pose. "Here comes your lady friend with a fresh horse to save you. Turn around and jump on." I played along and got into the original position while she shaved every hint of new growth she could find on the back of my balls.
Fortunately, she handled them with care. She stood back momentarily to admire the job she had done. Then she rinsed me with warm water relaxing me again. With her strong but gentle hands, she massaged lotion onto my groin area, which actually got me to move my butt in a motion as if I WAS riding. "Hey we’ve got to high tail it to those rocks over there. The bad guys are gaining on us." She said as she turned the vibrator up to high. Then she started lifting my balls in the palm of her hand in a rhythm and motion to simulate a saddle to my groin. Then her hand would leave my balls a little so that the upward stroke was a pat, then a gentle slap, slap, slap. "Faster Honey, we’ve got to go faster!" The gentle slapping came faster and faster.
"Oh, Maureen, this is exciting, it is working. You’re about to make me cum!" I said in delighted anticipation.
Suddenly, she stopped slapping and grabbed my groin to pull me around ninety degrees "Let’s duck in here." Then grabbing my cock hard, she whispered, "Shuush! I think they are near."
"But," I started to say. She put her hand on my mouth, turned off the vibrator and pulled it out, then pulled me out of the tub by my cock.
"Let’s run for cover." She said as she pulled me to the bedroom. "Here, hide under there." She said motioning for under the bed. I climbed under the bed remembering Amanda’s words to follow what she says to do. I waited while she did some rummaging.
"Com’on!" She said. "I think they are on to us." She was waving me out with her hand. She pushed me in front of her, holding some things behind her back. "Quickly, down these rocks." We were headed down stairs. "Over to that clearing. If we’ve shaken them we can set up camp there. "Oh no. Stop! Don’t look around. They have guns pointed at us. They want you to put your hands behind you back. That’s it. Now these are supposed to go on so we can’t escape." She put me in our hand and ball cuffs, which are regular handcuffs with an unpleasant chain that runs along the crack of my ass and connects to a ball harness. If I, or somebody else, pulls on my hands or arms, it pulls on my balls.
"Honey, it’s all Amazon Women. What are we going to do? They all look sex crazed and in heat. Watch it here comes their leader."
And with that Maureen appeared before me with Amanda’s breast harness on, which points her nipples straight out to the front, and her riding crop slapping it into her left hand. Maureen’s breasts are a bigger than Amanda’s, rounder and fuller. The leather crosspieces looked like they were digging into her breasts a little, but they were still tantalizingly presented before my eyes. "Weren’t you told to be kneeling for the Empress? You pusillanimous cunt sucking slaveboy." I knelt. . .
Meanwhile at Will and Maureen’s. . . .
Amanda appeared at Will’s front door in a cut off tee-shirt, flared pleated skirt, and heels. Under this she wore a skimpy bikini, with an almost thong bottom showing most of her hips and cheeks, and a skimpy top which was two triangular patches leaving a little of the inside and outside of her naturally firm breasts exposed.
When Will came to the door in a satin robe, gold chains, and a high ball, his eyes widened in keen anticipation. "Well Amanda, What brings you here? We’re not talking ‘one-on-one’ rematch here are we?" He covered his groin with his free hand in jest. "What a nice surprise. Come in, come in." He said holding the door for her, then sticking his head out looking both ways for Maureen before closing it and attending to her in the hall.
"So, where’s Maureen?"
"Oh, she’s out running some errands. I expected her back a while ago. Did you come to see her, me, or the both of us?" He said, starting his query into the nature of her visit. He was encouraging her to walk toward the backyard with his movement, extended hand, and body language. "Where is that woman." He muttered.
Amanda started to lead the way to the backyard with her hands clasped in front of her, padding slowly one foot on a line in front of the other, swaying her skirt back and forth as she walked, and looking back at Will saucily over her shoulder. When she reached the pool table, she stopped, picked up a pool cue and made like she was going to use Will’s balls as a cue ball. Will put his palms up facing her in surrender, backing up, and they both smiled. Amanda continued on, looking and touching things like the exercycle. "What have you done to this?" She asked.
"Since we met you guys and saw what great shape you are in, we have been concentrating on getting into shape ourselves." He said trying to dodge the essence of her question.
"We?" Amanda asked, making an obvious point staring at his cocktail.
Will slid his body between her and the next piece of equipment, saying in a lousy British butler’s accent, "Why don’t we retire in the sitting room?" He put his hand out to guide her way, then in his normal voice, "or would you rather the hot tub?" He continued hopefully.
She continued slowly in her sexy swagger, touching everything that she passed until they were facing each other in the living room space. "You recall, this is a clothing free space." Will said, as he put down the empty glass, undid the robe, and started to slide it off his shoulders."
"Too early tiger. Put it back on." Amanda said, inching her way into taking control. She walked over to the hot tub. "I left some things here last week. Do you know where they are?"
"Oh, humph. They’re over here." He said with a little blush of embarrassment. Amanda followed close behind him over the bridge into the bedroom. He looked back at her hoping she would have stayed put, and proceeded to a chest next to the bed, opened it, pulled out Amanda’s bra and panties she had shed by the hot tub on her last visit, and tried to close the lid quickly while handing her the garments.
Amanda ignored the garments and walked around him to lift the lid. Inside she found all manner of bondage equipment, disciplining tools, and sex toys. "Looks like ‘Leather-B-Us Incorporated’ in here." She said with the enjoyment of discovery. She started picking things up and looking at them, imagining what they would do and how they would work. She was far from being naive to this kind of thing, but he had custom and collector items from foreign countries she had never seen before. "I know what you do with this one." She said, holding up a cock and ball spreader harness. "I’d love to see you model this for me."
He backed up to the bed, eager to have something develop this afternoon, but he was used to giving the orders. He was too entranced by Amanda at this moment to refuse her. She walked it over to him and he held his robe open waiting for her to put it on him. "No, you put it on. I’ll watch."
He had a little trouble getting it on because he was beginning to become aroused. so he ended up with a tight fit getting it around to snap. By the time he had the spreader band snapped in place, his balls were held tightly away from his body, trying to escape out the openings created by the spreader band, only to be held back by the taught skin of his sack. "Why don’t you lose that robe now." She said pensively as if she were directing the creation of a painting. "Needs something more. Oh these will do." She said as she handed him some ankle and wrist cuffs.
"No, No, those are Maureen’s." He said as if that would be enough to change her course.
"So you are saying they belong to Maureen and you need her permission to play with them? Hard to believe."
"No, No, they are for her to wear."
"Well Will, you can give me the idea of what they look like on her and put them on for me, because you enjoy trying new things."
He looked quizzically at her, yet he complied.
"We have all of the extremities covered except one. This collar should do." Amanda said creating the proper picture.
"NO! No. That’s not for me. That’s for Maureen." He said waving off Amanda’s advances with his leather cuffed hands.
"You don’t have to cooperate with me, now. I could just go."
He reached out quietly and took the collar form her and sat for a moment looking at her standing irresistibly before him. "You know a person could cooperate with the moment, because it could relax, now, the both of us and we could see what the next order you would follow from me would be." He stared at her breasts pushing the bottom of her shirt away from her body.
"You know, it is easier to visualize what is under this shirt if you let your mind think of nothing else in this room except my breasts and my voice which will guide your thoughts to see my breasts resting on my chest."
Will continued to stare with his hands resting limply on the edge of the bed at his sides. "One may, Will, feel comfortable and relaxed knowing that I am standing right here in front of you so you can visualize what my breasts look like under this shirt. Maybe you haven’t yet discovered that it is easier to imagine my breasts are in your hands, maybe you have, if you fall deeper into a sleep-like state , still looking at only my breasts and listening to what I say so you can follow directions that will help you relax and feel my breasts in your hand. You might want to reach up and imagine you are touching my left breast, now by letting your hand rise out in front of you. That’s it. As you squeeze the breast, you fall deeper into a dream like state that allows you to enjoy the experience blocking all distractions from your mind but my breasts and my voice that is guiding you now."
Amanda was nearly jumping for joy watching his hand levitate and fingers articulate as if he were actually touching her breasts. "YES!" She thought, but keeping her composure, "A big strong man like you could show me how this works, couldn’t he? She said, holding up what looked to be spreader bars. You could take these and put them on in place and ask me for help for the things you need help on. We could pretend, because it would be a fun game between us, that you are Maureen and I am you. But for me to play the game the way you want me to play it, you will have to show me how to treat Maureen for you, won’t you?"
"Yes Amanda." He replied.
Will proceeded to attach the appropriate spreading bar to his wrists and his ankles, threading cables into guides recessed in a channel on the underside of the top beams of the cube, and leading to fancy cleats near the feet of each the uprights. Amanda stretched his spread arms and legs up tight leaving little weight from his abdomen on the bed. She noticed that the ankle spreader was adjustable by pressing in a button in with her finger and sliding the two sections apart until the button poked back through the next hole with a "click".She stretched Will’s legs as far as they would go.
"You will stay resting in bed, deeply relaxed, and not make a sound, until you hear my voice again, won’t you. Tell me you agree by nodding, now." (Nod)
Amanda was beside herself with this victory. She was getting incredibly horny, but couldn’t stand the thought of Will touching her, so she looked around and recalled the exercycle. With Will catatonic in his bed, she saw no harm in stripping down to her altogether and trying the stationary bike arrangement. She had to tighten the plastic cord a bit because her legs were a little longer than Maureen’s. She rode with visions of Maureen’s intimidation and uncontrollable orgasms. She rode thinking of her contempt for Will’s attitude toward women, his obsession with her, and his cruel streak that comes out in unpleasant ways. She basked in the successes she was having with her new craft of hypnosis. She concentrated on the sensations the smooth plastic cord made on her nether lips and clitoris as she went side to side and forward and back over the cord. She was awash with competing thoughts and sensations. She reached an up stroke on the right pedal she knew would make her explode as it stroked down. The momentum kept her pedaling, but the orgasm that rocked her was almost making her pass out. She tried to slow to a stop. She couldn’t just stop so suddenly, her legs were shaking. She kept on slowly, it was making her belly quiver and shake. She didn’t have the strength to go fast and power through it, she came in another uncontrollable body quake, screaming the tension out through her lungs.
"Uh oh!" She thought in panic. "Will would have heard her voice." She was snapped back into reality, climbed off the machine, pulled her cut-off shirt and flared skirt back on, ran through the living room and over into the bedroom to find Will groggily confused, looking around, incredulous that he was bound up as he was.
As she stood next to him by the bed wondering what to do, she noticed him staring up at the exposed underside of her breasts revealed by the cut-off shirt. "My breasts," She began again. "It is easy to imagine sucking on them, is it not, if your mind goes back to a relaxed state and visualizes your tongue on this tit." She said as she gave in to desperation and exposed her left nipple to his gaze. "You might want to go back to playing our game, now where I am you and you are Maureen to show me how to play as I am you in the best way possible, is to relax and give your mind like Maureen over to my control. That’s it, relax. Relax.""Phew!" She thought, that was too close for comfort. "You seem to like to play with me, Amanda, do you not?" He nodded. "Amanda will only play with Will when she agrees to play. Will, I’m going to give you a signal, because it will be easier to know when it is time to play with Amanda when I signal you it is time to play. The next time, and any time I signal you, or Maureen signals you with the words ‘It’s time to play, Will’, you will instantly return to this deep trance-like state where it is safe to play with Amanda, isn’t that right Will?"
"Yes Amanda." He responded.
"We are going to see if you understand these instructions, because we both know you want to do it right, don’t you Will? I am going to count to three and when you hear me say three, you will open your eyes and be wide awake but have no memory of what I have said, except the signal it is time to play with Amanda with the words, ‘It’s time to play ,Will. Now Will, one, two, three."
"Hey what the fuck. How did I. . . What . . . Okay, what’s going on here?" He said in a worried pissed off way.
"You said you needed a spanking. You have been a very bad boy." Amanda said in a proud way as a child might do to imitate a parent. "I am here to help you with that need." She said as she unsnapped the spreader strap on the cock and ball harness. She dug up a riding crop and whipped it in the air a few times and made a slapping sound with it in her hand for a few more."
"Hey you bitch! You can’t do this to me." Amanda started over to the end of the bed facing Will from between his outstretched legs, looking at his two balls stretched out to the ends of their sack by the stretcher part of the harness. "Hey what are you doing you cunt?"
"My, my, such words in polite company. Well look what we have here, these look like a tiny fanny sticking out ready for a spanking." She said referring to his balls that did have just the hint of a crack between them.
"No! Amanda, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to use those names. (Whack) Yeeeaaaag! Phew! Phew! Oh, please not again. (Whack) Arrrgggrrrh!" He said in a low throaty, guttural voice. "Please stop! Ohhh! Owe. You’re ruining me! (Whack)"
"It’s time to play, Will." She said, and he went silent, at peace in his bondage. "You did very well, Will. You came right back as you were supposed to. You can see how easy it is to follow my directions and how fun it is to come to this place to play. Maureen can be fun to play with this way too, don’t you think? When you look at Maureen, when it’s time to play, you will look at her and see me and hear me when she is talking to you, do you understand?"
"When I look at Maureen, I see you."
"That’s right, when it is time to play, you will come back here to this deeply relaxed and attentive state where we can play. When Maureen tells you it is time to play, you will come back here as well, because you will get to play more often if she can make it so you can play with Amanda as well, don’t you agree?"
"Yes, more often."
"Now, don’t you think that Maureen is looking just as good as Amanda these days, like everybody else does? It is time you treated her like your Queen or you will lose her to the next man that realizes that she is just a pretty as Amanda. If you don’t want to lose Amanda, you will have to treat Maureen like you appreciate her and want to make her happy, now that she is the way you always wanted her to be, isn’t that right."
"She is just like Amanda."
"Amanda likes her men to be in shape. If you want to be more attractive to her, you will have to work on toning up your abdominals. Read up on it, work on them everyday, and cut out the smoking, don’t you agree that it would be the best thing to do to attract Amanda more?"
"No smoking."
"Good thinking Will. Lets get these things put away." She said as she lowered the spreaders and watched as he dismantled his bonds and put them away, closing the lid on it. "When I count to three again, you will come back to conscious reality and remember only that it is fun to play with Amanda, it is important to get in shape and quit smoking to attract Amanda more, Maureen is just like Amanda now, and that, whenever you hear Amanda or Maureen say ‘It’s time to play, Will’ you will be instantly transported back to this place where you play with Amanda. You do a good job at following my directions so I know you will remember and continue to do a good job. Now put your robe back on, one, walk me to the front door, two, and three."
He fluttered his eyes and looked at Amanda. "Do you have to leave so soon? Why don’t you stay awhile longer till Maureen gets home and we could play." He said moving his eyes from side to side as if searching for the answer to, "did I say ‘play’?"
"Another time. Got to run. Thank you for the hospitality." She said turning. He watched her naked body move under the cut-off shirt and short skirt as she sashayed down the driveway and around to her yard. His first thoughts were time to get some exercise, turned and walked back in.
Amanda started to leap and skip to our front door, when she reached our driveway, giddy from the event and eager share her conquest. "Oh, shit!" She thought to herself as felt her breasts bounce. She had left the swimsuit and heels by the exercycle. "Oh well, maybe I’ll just start to develop a wardrobe over there." And brushed off the thought further.
She opened the door to find Maureen bent over forward, leaning on an ottoman, sticking her rear back into my face. Me, I was kneeling with my hands still in the cuffs and my face buried with my nose at the level her anus and my lips working her snatch. My cock was twitching wanting needed relief and I was slightly pulling on the cuffs to get my cock and balls rocking up and down in an effort to get myself off. It had to be subtle because of the chain was chaffing my butt crack.
"Oh hi, Amanda." Maureen said.
"Hey, Hun." I said, looking ridiculous with Maureen’s juices all over my face.
"Is she still in trance?" Amanda thought as she undid my cuffs and told me to wait for her upstairs, chaste.
Amanda knelt down beside Maureen, who was looking back at her over her right shoulder awaiting what Amanda would do or say next. Amanda put her hands where my face had been and continued putting Maureen back on the road to orgasm, one stroke at a time, while asking, "Amanda just did a favor for you as your friend. Did you do your favor for me while I was gone?"
"Yes, Amanda, I did just as you said. I took your place for you, I kept him excited the whole time, but didn’t let him cum." She responded as she moved her hips back up and forward down trying to get the most sensation possible from Amanda’s ministrations.
"Did you have him make you cum like you are going to do when I count to three?"
"Yes he made me cum many times."
"Okay then, I want you to cum with at least the same intensity as the most special cum he gave you, now, one . . . two . . . three."
Maureen jerked her body around until she was laying on the floor bucking her whole body like she were a fish on a hook on the dock. Amanda watched as her breasts shimmied and shock and her flesh quivered all over. I thought from the sounds I heard that she was in the deepest reaches of agony.
That’s good. You’ll feel better now. Better than you have ever felt before in your life. With that last orgasm, you got rid of all of the bad thoughts about how you look, how powerless you are in your relationship with Will, and that you have to do artificial things to make yourself attractive to others, all out of your system for ever. Now I am going to fill that space those thoughts left, with the reality that you are a naturally beautiful woman, that nice and good people are all attracted to you, and that you are in control of your relationship with Will now. If you ever need to take charge with Will, say, ‘It’s time to play ,Will’. Can you say that for me, now?"
"It’s time to play, Will."
"That’s very good. When you say to Will, ‘It’s time to play, Will’, he will do what ever you ask him to do. You deserve to have a good husband like mine, and to be treated a well as I am by mine, by your husband. You deserve it because you are a good person, and people like you like we like you. You are my friend, so if you ever need help with Will again, you should come to me.Here let’s have you put your clothes back on. Now, on a count of three, let’s bring you back out of this deeply relaxed state with your skin feeling normal and good, one, forgetting everything here today except the things I have told you to remember, two, refreshed and feeling as if you had a nice long nap, three."
Maureen who had been staring in the direction of Amanda, on "three" snapped her eyes into focus directly at Amanda’s eyes. "Oh, she said, I’ve probably taken up too much of your time. Nice to see you again." She said with a strong hug. "I’m going to check in on Will and see what he’s up to. Bye."
Amanda liked the sound of the new demeanor, smiled and sought me out upstairs. "Oh does my baby need a little relief?" She said, punching my cheeks like I was an infant. Then in her normal voice. "Well, me first. I did all the ‘Hard’ work."
Well, I could have argued, strangely the other way on that, considering the state my cock was in for the last couple of hours, but I knew better and got to work, she really did deserve it, this time.

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