He couldn’t believe she had friends that were male. The rumor around the office was she would sleep with anything, and she looked the part. She wore...too much make up, too tight shirts and too short skirts. She was the ultimate office bimbo. Although he had to admit, she looked okay with her face cleaned off, almost sweet. He ordered drinks and started a tab. Suddenly getting thoroughly shit faced sounded appealing. The rest of the night seemed to go pretty smooth. They played pool and got. No sooner then we were in the door she was on her knees unzipping me and taking out my cock, giving me a so-so blow job. Then we were down the hall to the bedroom where we had four hours of mind blowing sex. This girl was really experienced in beneath the sheets activities. She settled on top of my erection sliding it in and out of her hot wet pussy. Then I was doing her doggie style, she moaned, groaned and screamed begging me for cum. Finally I tossed her on her back and deep drilled for. True I had been reading a few books on India, and I had watched quite a few movies India that he had lent me. But that was no big deal. I could just as easily done that on my own. So one evening he said he was going to start the test. First he took me into a light trance and the took me deeper. Sometime later he awoke me, I had noticed nothing. "What's the matter Chandril? You little joke not working?" I asked him, and was surprised to find that I delivered the line in an accent like his! I was. John returned and took a seat next to me on the sofa, handing me a glassI took a sip to calm my nerves. The taste of the wine sliding down mythroat calmed me some. John brushed a strand of hair away from my faceand put an arm around my shoulder pulling back onto the sofa. "It'salright Sharon, you are safe here, you can be whomever you wish," Johnspoke quietly, reassuring me. I relaxed a bit and took another sip ofwine. I looked down at my glass and I could see the telltale sign oflipstick.