" He smiled, pleased with his joke. "Why doesn't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl friend?" You're being silly again," chided Karol. "I don...t think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did -- there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself. She was wearing a white top and jeans. I was up early that day, showered and dressed, before her arrival, making coffee when she showed up. After some hugging and kissing, we were in the kitchen. I heard my phone ringing and went to my bedroom to receive. It was an acquaintance, whom I felt better to avoid. I returned and saw Trish bent over at the dining table, going through the newspaper, her cute, round ass staring at me through her tight jeans. Her top was lifted upwards, exposing the small. Each day I found myself pushing the limits further. I tried suggestions on various physical effects, emotional, sensory; nearly all were a success.By week eight, I was no longer the person I used to be. I found that a couple of my placebo subjects had gained in cup size. One in particular, Cheryl, was a very pretty girl with a nice butt and beautiful legs. She was a princess: sports car and off campus apartment paid for by daddy. Cheryl had been the reserved type at first, but in her second. It felt so decadent, so sexy, so awesome, she thought.“You like sucking it don’t you, Amy?” She reluctantly took it out of her mouth long enough to say, “Yes, I l-like it. Is it g-going to spurt?”“Yes, in a few minutes. I think you’ll like it when it does. It doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t taste bad. Some girls like the taste.”“So, after I t-taste it, I sh-should just s-swallow?”“Exactly! You’ll like it, I promise.”“Okay.”Thomas explained to her that the most sensitive part of his cock was right.