He sucks and fits as much of her breast in his mouth he could. "Ohhh babyyyy… Yessssssss! That feels so good" "Come to me, I want to feast on you." ...is deep voice invites her."Yes, my King." Accepting without hesitation. She sits on his face, he kisses her inner thighs and licks them, he can smell the fragrance of the vanilla oil she rubs on her supple thigh skin, he kisses each lip… and buries his face into her soaking goodness. She lost it! "Ohh, yesssss!" He tightly clenches her thighs, she. Not on Mom, though, because it was a pretty sure bet that she wouldn’t be an easy subject. No, I’d zap Sherry again because she seemed to respond so easily.But I still wouldn’t know if I was successful unless I got her to do something that was way out of character for her; something I knew she wouldn’t do on her own in a million years. Then if she did it I’d know for sure the remote worked and I could easily reverse whatever suggestion I planted in her brain, no harm done.I thought about it for. She went into the drug store and bought a douche. She had just enough change in her purse to pay for it. She hurriedly left the drugstore and went to a restroom. She freshened herself with the douche. She also put on the new lingerie and blouse, and fixed her makeup and hair. She looked at her watch and smiled. She had more than enough time to get to the Marriott. She left the bathroom and re-entered the mall, and started walking back to the parking garage.Then Jen stopped dead in her. I told him that I wanted him to take me to the village of Peske.I suppose I could have gone directly to the birch wood plant, but I knew I would have plenty of time to do that in the upcoming days. I knew that Peske contained some large tracts of wooded land, so I could always use that as an excuse if anyone questioned why I was there.At one point, I told the driver I had to use the rest room. He stopped in front of a wooden building and waited while I completed my task. Once in the door, I.