In this chapter the senior high schoolgirl Sheena confronts tiny Alice's hypnotherapist after the sassy ponytail cheer leader discovers a patch of her freshly shampooed hair matted with sticky sperm and she demands answers from him and meanwhile across town Alice, 21, is getting ready for a long coming hot threesome with bi Beverley, 30, and her 60 year-old but athletic and erotic lover Bernard.
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Dr JG Dalliance is living dangerously for sexing up the good looking teenage blonde school cheer leader with the long tanned legs, tight backside and beautiful breasts while she was hypnotised as he treated her. He sneaked over the line with 18 year-old 'cover girl' office prick teaser Jenny (Manipulating Jenny Chapter 13) only because she pretended to 'go under' to see what happens and turned his dirty dalliance around for her own exhibitionist turn-on. However, the hot looking Sheena may be something entirely different. She's angry and she's on her way to have it out with him about how come there's cum in her hair when she shampooed it just before seeing him.
Sheena arrives at his door wearing the same pale blue Reebok joggers but this time she's not in her mini skirt, she's wearing pale blue micro mini shorts made from the 'second skin' spandex lycra elasticised material that gave all the young women swimmers such good camel toe pussy appearances in their Beijing Olympic bids for notoriety, made better when the manufacturers of the superior slippery seal type skin fabric made it possible for every swimmer to have access to the stunning swimsuits that were so fragile they were only safe for up to five swims before being replaced at $500 a pop. Still, all the girls squeezed into them and vagina cracks became VIPs -- Very Important Places - the way they advertised the curvy female form, especially when wet. But spoil sport TV cameras kept the focus slightly above the pubic swell or the sport might have become too sexy for early night viewing.
Naturally Dr Dalliance made up for what he missed watching the women swimmers at the Olympics as soon as he set eyes on Sheena's cracking hot camel toe shiny shorts. Like the swimmers at the Olympics, you'd need to have a hairless pussy and nothing else under the material which loves to outline a girl's gorgeous sweet spot -- obviously another man-made fibre.
"I want to see you, I am not happy at all," she almost screams at him as he ushers her inside quickly so nobody hears her. He knows why she's angry but he tries to get her on side quickly by praising how pretty she looks in her size 10 shorts cut right to the tops of her shapely smooth thighs and promoting the big V curve sweeping down between her legs.
She's wearing just a breast covering boob tube also in pale blue but it's not spandex, its soft satin, with her navel sporting the gemstone piercing paid by her father for her recent 18th. After her previous epode with him and her revelations under hypnosis he wonders if she's celebrating more than her 18.th Well, well, well he wonders, how often did her daddy go to her well.
"Please calm down a minute and take it easy and I'll listen to what you have to say," he suggests, as he plonks himself into his executive leather chair as she stands in front of him fuming. "Before you attack me for whatever reason I don't know as I only tried to help you yesterday, I just want to say how lovely you look in that outfit; it really suits you and those shorts are simply stunning on you."
"Thank you doctor but don't try to suck up to me now there's something going on here; I came in here after school yesterday my hair perfectly tidy because I just showered and shampooed it when I got out of my school clothes so how come, I mean how come, I find a man's cum in my hair in the morning?"
"That's a good question Sheena," he says with fresh vigour in his voice just realising how he can get out of his dilemma as he looks straight into the crack of her vagina, such a nice wide and deep crevice that almost takes his mind off what he's saying."
"Well, how about it? What have you got to say for yourself doctor? How did your cum get into my hair?
"Why are you asking me? Perhaps you should ask your mother to ask your father about it," he replies efficiently. "It's not mine," he lies. "Do you think for one minute I would risk my reputation doing something untoward like that? It's quite preposterous to even suggest it. You should apologise to me."
"Wait a minute doctor. What are you talking about, bringing my mother into it? I'm having a hard time enough as it is without you mentioning her."
"More like you're having a hard time with your father my dear girl but a hard time in another way."
"Look doctor, I don't know where you're coming from I just want answers about this sticky mess you put in my hair when I was under hypnosis."
"That my sweet young Sheena you should ask your father about, not me. Let me tell you something and I'll make it clear, in my pre hypnosis conversations with you yesterday you admitted that your father comes to your room after your mother goes to bed supposedly to help you with your homework, and not only that he brings you alcohol your mother doesn't know about."
"So what!" she retorts. "Lots of fathers go to their daughters bedrooms. It's been going on through the ages and I read somewhere that nearly half of all girls have sexual experience by someone before they reach 12 but my daddy doesn't do that sort of thing. Can't a man be close to his daughter without finger pointing? He's a good man like I told you, he was a former champion gymnast and he taught me lots of movements and that helped me get the role as our school team's cheer leader."
He's enjoying this, painting her into a corner and the more they argue it out the more delicious she's looking in her sexy lack of clothing. "Ah yes Sheena, I do recall you saying that, like you learnt to do handstands in your early tweeny years and you can lift your leg right up vertically above your head and stand on the other leg while you do it and..."
"Yes I can do that but I never told you that, where did you hear that because daddy helped me perfect that and I never told you that."
"But you did, and lots of other nice things when you were under hypnosis."
"This is getting us nowhere," she accuses. "Are you going to admit to doing something when I was in a trance?" He stares at the big V between her thighs and can tell there's nothing on under her tight lycra shorts.
"Of course I'm not. Do you sleep well?"
"Yes but what's that got to do with why I'm here? What about this cum in my hair. If you admit you did it I'll consider not reporting it."
"Whoa there Sheena," he says with a touch of agitation. "That's very nice of you and I won't report my findings to your mother. Don't forget she sent you to me and she's paying my bill and she wants to know if there's been anything going on in your bedroom at night. What am I going to tell her?"
"There's nothing to tell so leave her out of this. I don't want her cranking up another argument with daddy, he's done nothing wrong but she'll make something out of nothing given the chance."
"The reason I asked do you sleep well is that when I asked you before I put you under yesterday do you masturbate and you said you did often twice a day -- when you wake up to feel good and when you go to bed to sleep well. And you added the very important words 'I need the extra orgasm to sleep better' so that tells me something."
"So what if I did? There's nothing wrong with touching yourself. I can see you staring at my tight shorts so maybe my pussy will make you want to masturbate when you go to bed thinking of me. You haven't taken your eyes off it have you?"
"Actually you're right, I haven't because you have a beautiful pussy judging by the way it's fighting to get out of those thin skin shorts. Oh yes and thank you for making it possible for me to enjoy looking at you, I can see the whole shape of your pussy from where I sit. Yes very neat indeed."
