She flipped through the magazine looking at the pictures of all the large breasted women. “So is that all you guys can do, stroke your cocks and bl...w your load all over yourselves to a bunch of pictures?” “Well Eric, do you do this all the time?” I started to answer, “No, I just was feeling kinda horny sis.” “Bull shit, I bet you jack yourself off every fucking day!” She through the magazine back at me and told me to show her who I was stroking myself off to or else she would tell mom. . Now, for the next 36 hours, I sat there transfixed watching scene after scene of girls sucking cocks and getting covered in sperm in so many different ways. It was like those scenes you see in the movies where they are brain washing some guy. He is strapped to a chair and his eyes are taped open and he is forced to watch something until it is burned into his brain. Then after so many hours of watching his inner barriers break down and he is forced to give in and become what they wanted him to. She had large bosoms with a nicely toned body which complimented her beautifully. Her name was Divya.Gautam stared at her greedily whenever he got a chance, and in few occasions he found her looking back too. Though they had immediately looked away in each of those occasions, yet both knew that they were eyeing each other. As the day progressed, the outside became dark and so Divya started spending more time in her magazines rather than outside. And her husband was busy reading the same. ”I was in a daze, I was more than a little stunned. I was also excited. Did I really want to do this. Instantly I knew the answer. I relaxed, and sunk into the soft and comfortable upholstery of Wendy’s sofa. I sipped my wine. I’d spent the afternoon having my hair done, my waxing done. My finger nails done, my toe nails. Eyebrows plucked. The girl had found a few strays, so even my anus had been plucked. Fucking plucked.I enjoyed Wendy’s company. I known her for ………well a long time. She worked.