Lady N checked the time and saw there was plenty left to have a little fun. His hand slid down over her lower back and now cupped her ass. With his tongue he examined her little crevice, the wrinkly labia, the swollen clit. ‘What are you doing?’ Mister Sullivan asked dismissively. A moment ago she didn’t even realized there was something in her pocket, yet now instinctively she knew to reach into her pocket, she knew she had to twist the top of the capsule about 90 degrees. ‘Good girl,’ she said softly stroking Manon’s hair. Maybe she could offer this girl a job as her assistant, once she was completely under her control, off course. Now Manon was getting more and more aroused, her pussy was throbbing she was squirming in her bounds. I… They’d rather she went to Med school or become a lawyer. She rubbed her own clit while she looked at the simultaneously sleepy and horny girl tied down to the dining chair, the mask still firmly attached to her face. She bit his lip and then pulled back. ‘Now proof it, take that silicon mask and put it over the face of your employer so I can brainwash him.’ She gave a little nod to the anesthesia mask and the girl got up from her chair.
