If you find yourself enjoying my stories, please consider supporting my work on Patreon (Fidget1). Though I’d only seen her naked chest for about a second, I knew it was an image that would haunt my mind and test my restraint for the foreseeable future. When Olivia got home from work the day after being Slut Screened for the second time, she immediately went into the bedroom and came out holding one of her new tops, a tight, midriff-bearing halter top. I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer. “Like today, for example. “But then I think about you, Darren. Or maybe she did notice, but her programming had convinced her that this was the natural state of existence between men and women and that she should just relax and enjoy the constant temptations of sex. She reached down to the hem of her shirt and began slowly, deliberately pulling it up, still staring at me with those half-lidded eyes, and I just stood there and watched as my brainwashed roommate once again gave in to her slutty urge to show off her glorious breasts to me. I knew how hard it must be to resist her programming, effectively being forced to fight against her own mind, and I also knew how necessary her comfort at home was to her success,
