Time to stop licking and cuddle your lover.”
Grace sat back down in the couch, and Aditi basically crawled on top of her, her tiny body enveloped between Grace’s ample breasts and tender arms. After I finished my food, I swung by my advisor’s office and told him I would be working from home at least the rest of this week. I realized if I wanted to interview people about their real thoughts and feelings, I needed to be careful to do so before I implant related thoughts via suggestions and commands. On an early weekday afternoon, I was the only customer in the store. Her face was gorgeous, framed by a sharply cut bob of straight jet black hair, large, expressive eyes, full eyebrows, and delicate, smirking lips, all dressed in very light makeup. To test the limits of suggestion, I asked her to forget I even came over and then sent her on the highly out-of-character task of buying lingerie and sexting me, which she was enthusiastically doing throughout the day while displaying no knowledge that I had been over at all last night or this morning. “Uh, Aditi?”
“Yes?”
“You seem like you might fuck a lot.”
“I do.”
“Have you ever used a strap-on before?”
“Yes”
“Have you ever thought about using a strap-on with Grace before?”
“All the time”
My horniness was now off the charts.
