I felt her now cool fingers spreading somecream on my bug bites, and than, around the base of my straining penisand my asshole. Then she pulled her gl...ves off."Please stay like this for twenty minutes, I'll be back to check onyou. Oh, and I have to take your temperature, please hold this in."She showed me a rather large medical thermometer, and, reaching betweenmy spread-wide legs, unceremoniously inserted it in my anus! I moanedas the cold glass entered me and saw her smile."I'll be back in. .. ?"I glanced over my shoulder. He was right behind me. I turned to face him and managed to utter, "Renee. I ... I ... I'm Renee. Nice to meet you."He smiled, and I could see that he was perfect. His smile curved up into his cheeks, which had dimples right in the center. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and his hair slightly covered the one on the left. His silky, dark brown hair. I could feel my cheeks flush."I noticed you staring at me. You look really cute when you blush. Are you. “Do it right!” She demanded.I looked around again to see some people glancing over as they walked. I thought it better to just do what I was told and get it over with. I needed my dress back, as skimpy and see through as it was. I got behind Ms. Connor, opened my legs, squatted down a bit and thoroughly dried my pussy and thighs. It felt so good to touch my horny clit that I lingered an extra second or two. The need to get dressed outweighed the need to get off, though. Also, I didn’t want Ms.. "Take it off completely," he said, and of course I did that. I felt like I was lying in the pool. It was so comfortable.He looked at the pack of cigarettes still in his hand and said, "I can see you don't need these."I didn't even get time to reflect on the fact that this was the second trigger sentence. I don't know if it was the hypnosis working, or whether it was my exhibitionistic tendencies but just those words made me know that this was more that just proving that the commands worked. I.
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