My face brushed the bottom of her breast. “Do you think your cock will make me melt? That I’ll be one of your women?”“Maybe you’re curious w...at’s so great about my cock that makes them all pant after me?” I asked.“There’s nothing at all mysterious about it,” she hissed, arching her back, pressing her soft breasts into my face. I turned my head, kissing at the inner slope. “Women grow wet for strength and power, and you have plenty of it, even if you’re emotions weaken you.”“You think. ”“Now?” You want me to unbutton two buttons, now?”“You question me! Now make it three buttons.”“I’m sorry, sir.”I had no control over my hands or mind and found myself, slowly unbuttoning the top three buttons on my shirt. I looked down at my breasts and saw that part of my white bra was on display.“Now stand up, I want to see you.”"Yes, sir."I stood up and I saw Gary smile.“Nice legs,” Gary said, “I see that you are wearing a white bra, what else do you have on?”“My black skirt and black. ” Stan groaned as he grabbed a spoon from the utensil cup on the table and sank it hesitantly into the mixture. As easily as the spoon sank in it didn’t want to come out again, the suction of the mixture held it in place before releasing it with a *pop*. Stan eyed and sniffed it, as its viscous brown body jiggled on the spoon. The viscous stuff wasn't any better up close. He looked down past the utensil at the huge cylinder of the stuff and gulped. There was no way he could get through all that. She just stood there, then turned around and walked down the hall to her room. I didn’t finish the job and left the bathroom in a hurry and went into my room where I could think about what happened. I was scared that she would tell mom and dad so I decided the best thing I could do was just give her stuff back and apologize in the morning. I crawled into bed and watched TV. I fell asleep and then awoke to the feeling of hot breath on my thigh. I really wasn’t sure if it was a dream.