“Well, then you’re not a true slut until you go down on your daughter’s cunt,” I told Mrs. Saunders, the pain stabbing into my brain. She trem...led. “And you are a real slut.”I ripped my hand out of Sheri’s pussy as Mrs. Saunders whimpered. She let out a groan, licking her lips. Her body shivered. Her hands suddenly rubbed at herself. I loved seeing my commands settling into her mind. She stared at her daughter. “We have to ... we have to go somewhere, Sheri.”“What?” the girl gasped. “You’re not. The first thing I did was drop my bag on the floor. I hadnt brought much. A change of clothes, a notebook, my toothbrush and deodorant, a regular digital camera, and a video recording camera. I took in the sights of my room. It was like my dream room. The sheets and pillows on the bed were black. The walls were painted green and the floors were hardwood. It was not just a room, but a suite. It had a living area and a bedroom with a bathroom extending off. I reached into my bag and pulled out. It feels so strong. Please ... tell me you are ready ... I can’t fight it.”“I am ready, my love,” he told her.There was hunger in her face. She had one hand to her kimono undoing the knot while she ran to the door to lock it. She didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. There was just enough light coming from the edge of the blinders to provide some light.“I want this ... I need it ... I want to become a mother ... My husband ... please.”He knew she was definitely under the effects, alright.. "Carl lets that information worm its way into your brain for a moment."So, here's the deal, dumb human. I'm not here for very long, but beings like me are powerful - really powerful - when it comes to influencing realities. And I only get to visit your reality once every 172 of your Earth years. So, by saving you and giving you a little bit of my influence before I leave, it should make things interesting and entertaining for you and for me - while giving my colleagues, whom I hate, a lot of.