The hypnotist made Lisa tell her husband to come in and sit down on the chair placed by the bed. After only a few mouthfuls of her main she declared herself full and tired. As Lisa pulled down his trousers and pulled out his hardening black cock she looked towards her husband and got the confirmation she needed that the hypnosis still worked. His eyes running up her legs (which she parted slightly to reveal the bikini pulled tight over her pussy lips) then up over her chest where her nipples were pointing up at the sky like rockets waiting to lift off. Lisa almost kept out of her seat, but managed to stay calm enough to excuse herself to go to the toilet, but really went to the hypnotist. She never fully trusted them, but she did find herself happy to talk to them. But now having just had a perfect demonstration of the power with no further distractions, her mind whirled with possibilities. The main thing she could remember was the size of the hypnotists
