Only this time it wasn't a time machine that caused my disorientation. Instead, it was a petite, stunningly beautiful blonde woman with big royal blue...eyes, who was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a simple long gingham dress buttoned high at the collar. Her figure was trim and compact. Her hair was cut in a short bob that framed her face. I stopped short, doffed my hat and bowed at the waist."Your Majesty," was all I could think of to say.I guess it was enough though, because she gave. ‘Precisely.’ ‘Mockee-who?’ Sarah was still largely drunk, and rather than explain any further to a drunk socialite, Don waited for Harmony to respond. He thought she’d given up when she said, ‘That’s stupid.’ ‘I can prove it.’ ‘How?’ ‘Hypnosis.’ ‘That’s cheating! Make me do something without hypnosis and I’ll believe you.’ ‘Do you know anything about hypnosis? There is nothing I could make you do under hypnosis that you wouldn’t normally be willing to do.’ ‘It’s true,’ Glen added. ‘Some of. Anytime you want to join us, you know where to come. And I do mean ... cum,” he grinned as she blushed in spite of her flirting.“I’m only seventeen, but I wouldn’t mind joining you guys when I come of age, man. I’m still a virgin, but I’ve already marked you as the perfect man to rid me of my cherry. We’ve met before, after all, in case you forgot,” Jessica recalled as she put her hands on her hips suggestively.“Is that a fact? I’ll bear that in mind, sweet cheeks. I want your ass, too, though.. .. And I'm sure my husband will tip you handsomely next week."I went back to cleaning and Mrs. Smith moved into the living room to watch TV. I was still a bit shocked by Mrs. Smith request and my own response. I was nervous, but I could also feel an excitement starting to build inside me. As I continued cleaning, I could not help but think about what might happen next week. Questions were swirling around my head ... Did I really just agree to show up next week with a full bladder? What is Mr..