“I said blowjob, not handjob. Mason let some spit fall from his mouth, landing on her exposed sphincter, causing her muffled crying to get louder in desperation. Now she was downstairs, and her body ached. She was trying very hard to keep her hole closed, which was only going to make it worse. With no control, she turned around and walked back over to the desk. Then to her surprise, she found herself slowly sliding back, licking him all the way until his cock left her mouth with a little pop, and she stood up. They felt wonderful. You can’t do this to me.”
Mason could see a pair of frilly black panties. “I can give you money. I will still rape you. “Come on, put that dick deeper into your mouth. No need to be worried,” he said, trying to sound comforting. I can only reliably control one person at a time, and I’m taking control of their body, not their thoughts.
