There was a note attached to the ring. It simply read "boots."Claire walked out of the bathroom, her feet encased only in the smooth fabric of her cat...uit. She dutifully put her boots in one of the two corners of the room that she could reach, out of the way."Good." Adrian glanced up from his book. "So you can see how slutty you look."Claire nodded, humming in agreement."There's no reason to be selfish though. I think other people would like to see what a slut you are too. Why don't you go. As per her usual practiced process she used her mouth mainly to take his shaft to the back of her throat, using her hand for the rest. Each time she drew off she followed the circle of her lips with her hand using her own saliva as a lubricant to smoothly work him, as he gently rested his hand on the back of her head to guide her efforts. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jennifer taking a similar approach. Between having performed oral on several people already as well as having some. Mind controlled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some trashy reality TV dating show and think how a nerdy production assistant accidentally becoming an all-powerful mind-controller and twisting the minds of the sexy young cast might be fun... this is where you might find that same tale in short form.Hey, that idea doesn't sound too bad. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel. “Doesn’t matter what you do, the Gauntlet always wins, bitch! Hope someone brought their Radaway, ‘cause our little vic is about to get roasted like a squirrel on a stick!”“I’ll go first, clear the traps. This power armor is even better than a hazmat suit, I can see what the readings would be if none of us had protection. And I’m picking up WAY less than any of you, so scoot back down the hall a bit. Are our personal radios working fine?” They all checked in that way. “Good. I’ll call you with.