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I nodded as she licked her mouth clean and swallowed before kissing me gently saying “sorry about pinching you, you were trying to protect me and I was pissed at you for it, I love you and I'm sorry”. She then gently rubbed by ball sack and kissed my tit as to make up for hurting me. Sigh... I was a little frustrated. It had been days since I'd hypnotized Chani and she hadn't taken any effort to display her breasts to me. I was sure our session had gone so well; she seemed to incorporate each suggestion I had given, yet my carefully crafted hypnotic instructions had, thus far, bore no fruit. There was one positive though. Indeed one really big positive, Chani had asked me several times when we could do some more hypnosis. Between work, school and my wife's schedule, the opportunity had not yet presented itself. Tonight, however, we should finally be able to have our second session. I was certainly looking forward to it, and apparently, so was Chani. Now, to be sure, I was disappointed. After our first session, I had expected Chani to be putting her tits on display later that same day. But, the fact that she hadn't wasn't entirely unexpected. I've been practicing hypnosis for decades, I've seen it all, and if there's anything I've learned in that time, it's that all my clients are different. I generally tell my clients not to expect to notice the hypnotherapy working for at least three sessions. Not everybody wants to hear that. People have been conditioned, by the fictionalized hypnosis portrayed on TV, indian that hypnosis is magic. Now look, I'll be the first person to tell you that the results of hypnotherapy can absolutely be magical, but... it's not magic. I can't tell you how many people come into my office after having been in therapy for ten, fifteen, even twenty-five years, having spent countless hours of their time and tens of thousands of dollars of their money. But, when I suggest that it may take as long as ten whole weeks to overcome their issue... well, that's just not good enough. Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. I know you're not reading this to listen to me bitch about my business. Let's get back to what happened with my daughter. As I was saying, I wasn't totally surprised that she hadn't responded to my suggestions. Different people react differently though, and I have a whole toolbox full of tricks and techniques to break through those barriers. It just takes time and a little patience. The past few days weren't a total bust, however. (Ha, no pun intended!) My daughter's behavior had changed, and those changes were, seemingly, permanent. Firstly she was still responding to the initial commands that I had unintentionally installed, "Time to work, Chani," and "Time to play, Chani." Secondly, she was continuing to call me daddy while being more overly affectionate than usual. He continued to play with her sex until he felt her more and more wetness. Having removed all my clothes, I looked around for the robe I’d been told would be hanging up for me to wear, but I couldn’t see one anywhere. And geeze did she have a pair of melons. I gave Astrid a congratulatory smack on the ass for a successful landing, and then hopped off. My sweet sister, you're crying! My stomach twisted. What did she mean? On the patio, Sally asked, “Everything good with the kids?” There was a moment of silence, and then Heather spoke up. “Positive. I was very self-conscious about them too. I replied yes, and went to douche, and shower. "Oh yeah!" Rubbing the coed’s wet peach. She too, copped to seeing him naked too, and loved what she saw. She rubbed her neglected pussy. “What are you doing?” Anael asked. They will do whatever we want. “Well…maybe you’d better do them again. Simmons reached over and fondled her bouncing tits while she indian her back was arched in immobilized rapture, taking advantage of her helpless state. A nice sized uncircumcised penis emerged and I took it in my hand. She gets a total and a pickup time. I ask unsure if that was on the menu or not. Cece, thanks for the help and good luck with your worm." Henry saw his son started to ejaculate onto his sister, covering her stomach and bush with his sperm just as Bea brought herself to her own climax. So fucking good. Finally she shrugged and smiled.