Or, as it happened today, a full frat house. More specifically, I had infused the house and the surrounding block with four distinct suggestions:One: ...hey HAD to be at this party. No matter how much evidence to the contrary, the knew that sooner or later this was going to turn into an absolutely wild party, the best they’d ever seen.Two (this one was directed at the girls only): They would enjoy the party more if they were naked.Three: They were horny, real horny. More specifically, the longer. Don't be stupid, she told herself, this is a terrorist demand. Today was Monday, he wanted her Wednesday of the same week but she would do it, of course. She always obeyed him.Wednesday came around. Jill showered and dried her hair, put on a little make-up and dressed as per the instructions, carrying a slim shoulder bag with some cash and her house keys. She left the house at nine a.m. and caught the bus into town. It felt strange, not wearing panties, sort of daring, and the air circulating. Stefan’s large desk and swivel chair were in front of this window. With the light moodily low for their love sessions, the window became a darkish mirror surface. Stefan, knowing there was an unlit forest path outside, had always drawn the curtain. Irmgard now preferred not doing so.Besides the bed, bathroom and floor, she began to appreciate added variety in where and how she wanted to make love. She loved fucking on the swivel chair with Stefan gripping her spread buttocks and a forward. Monica laid back and let Steph eat her out. "Mmmmm..." Her eyes opened, slowly, and found me staring. She shrugged, indicating to me that I should just roll with it, and held out her hands. I unbuckled my pants and slid them down. Then I was on the bed, sliding into Monica's arms and kissing her mouth. "You've fought this for so long, baby," my sister murmured between my kisses. "You see it's okay, now?" Steph emerged from between Monica's thick thighs and climbed up next to the two of us. She.