They were tiny, but I had a plan for them, too. She fell into a fetal position on her side. He looked at me and then at Paula but remained silent—OK, he didn’t say anything in English, but I had no idea what he said in Vietnamese. Paul relaxed, his head resting on the inside of my smooth soft thigh while I recovered from my sweet ordeal. She wore the sandals out of the store. He had to stretch to touch the floor. I checked the plug and it was spotless; Paula beamed in pride. Would you please give me a bigger butt plug? It would be much more effective to mold Paula’s brain to my commands through the hypnotic drug and the suggestions I would give her every night. CHAPTER 1 – DESIRES EXPOSED
We were driving home from another stupid client entertainment dinner. I look at interrogation tapes and make recommendations as to drugs and techniques. If you’d care to come by tomorrow evening I assure you a different outcome.