Yes

Heather didn't like to be made out to be a fool. Her hand came down fast similar to a lightening bolt striking the ground. Soft webs in her hand slapping Gwen with the **** to knock out a bear. Heather clench her stinging red hand. Heather look back seeing Gwen cheeks bright red but not hearing a single scream or yelp from Gwen.

Heather stare over at you again. You tip an imaginary hat to her. "Good show. But do you believe me now. That I have hypnotic powers."

On Heather face seem to be acceptances of your unique gift. But an evil smile crept onto her face. "I don't know. Gwen could be a secret masochist. And I think I may have to become a sadist to see if she is under your hypnosis or still trying to trick me."

You crook your eyebrow as Heather hands wrap around Gwen shirt ripping it down the middle. Her tits popping out. It seems like Heather also rip Gwen bra off. Heather hands not waiting for you to make any type of remark as she slap Gwen perfect pale nipples. Your cock got hard seeing Heather slapping Gwen around in so many different ways. Heather spit into Gwen face with a smile that told you. She loves doing degrading things to Gwen body and face.