I was testing a theory. I had decided that FUCK must work by causing me to give off some special scent, not noticeable at any conscious level but irre...istible in its effect on its chosen victim. I still had no idea how such a scent could affect only some people and leave others untouched, but I wanted to see what effect it would have on the delicious creature before me. I reasoned that if I stood directly behind the fan, in the area from which it was drawing its air supply, she would get a full. Then he had me go to the local mall in the same outfit and make sure I used the escalators a lot. That one nearly drove me wild. The trip there and back on the bus was an adventure in itself and I left a definite damp patch on the seat on my return trip. The next time I spoke to Ben though, things changed dramatically. I was sitting at the computer in just my t-shirt again, waiting with growing excitement for him to come on. I always wore the shirt at first just in case he had visitors or Cindy. Now that I’m 18 I can finally send nanny away, when I get really horny. It’s such a drag having your pussy licked by an old slave woman. She always made a fuss when I wanted to pee in her mouth or wanted her to stick her tongue into my pucker. And just wait till I show you to Walter. He’s always on about blowjobs and assfucking and other filthy stuff no self-respecting woman will do. But now I have you, so when he gets those perverted ideas again, I’ll just let him do it to you and have you. “Hi sexy, it’s my turn to provide the gifts tomorrow. Lets‘s turn up the volume.” That sounded exciting & intriguing. I head for our location and relax on my rug fully clothed and extremely excited about my day ahead. “Ping.” I receive the anticipated email. “There is something for you under the large tree closest to you.” Chris writes. I find a picnic basket, bring it back to my rug and open it. There is champagne, a glass, chocolate covered strawberries (my favorite) and a black box.