Mind Control

“You’re having a tea party?” Terri said, sitting at the kitchen table. She itched awkwardly at an exposed leg. Her grey sweats had been nearly destroyed by the work. At her Mom’s suggestion, she was trying out a baggy pair of shorts. After a week it felt a little strange to show any skin, but it did help with the low-level heat that filled the house. “Book club,” Anne said. She was making canapés. And she had another one of her titillating dresses on, a green one with a white sash. It had a v-neck that plunged to the center of her chest. Two breasts poked out on either side. Terri had hesitated to ask, but they WERE bigger, weren’t they? “Then what’s the book?” “We didn’t actually get around to picking one,” Anne admitted. …

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Mark called early the next morning. Terri missed it, as she did his next, worried phone call. She spent a good forty-five minutes on top of the toilet, trying to burn off her morning arousal. Working with her fingers to cut through the insistent burn of hormones and heat that kept telling her to find someone with a cock. To get pumped full of boy juice. Terri pulled on her nipples, gasping, shivering and squirting as her fingers worked on her clit. It took a long time to finally satiate her body’s demands. Only then did she pick up the message. “Terri. It’s me,” Mark said. Just his voice undid a whole morning’s worth of work. “Dad has me working outdoors all day, so I can’t come over until after dinner. Hang in there, I …

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