You say you are trying to help me. But I just don't believe everything you claim. You could be faking all of it. No. I don't think I'll ever trust you..."I thought for a few minutes, and several ideas swirled around my head. The one I threw out right away, she immediately grabbed."Do that. If you really can take control of me, make me lust for your dick, then turn me back again. I give you permission."I recalled my experience with Joey, which only fed her disbelief."You can't do it, so you want. Now while drinking and talking the bartender was eyeing me and checking my status it was as if he was fucking me though his eyes.This went for a few days we went drank and he would look at me with a smirk. One lucky lucky day my husband got a severe headache so took some medicine and went to sleep early and I went to the bar for my usual drinks. He was there and he was looking happy to see me alone. I sat ordered my drinks and then we flirting, his name was Siddharth. I will only tell a small. As she crawled she thought about what was happening to her, within hours she had become obedient getting on her knees just because a man who earned about £20k a year clicked his fingers. She was led into an old factory style building, they had not yet changed the signs properly but new makeshift signs saying “Slut Factory” were stuck around the entrance. What if this was all fake and Mr Benson had kidnapped her, fake Officers, fake laws her mind was playing tricks with her but it was not true.. ”. Mene puchha..”kya control nahi hota…”. He told “ are yaar ravi..ab ye bhi koi puchhne ki bat he.. “. After a pause of 1 min, he again told..”yaar ek bat batao..tumko Priya sexy nahi lagti kya..”. I looked at his zip and observed that he was getting hard in his pants. “ha vo to he… Priya bahut sexy he…aur me bhi use chahta hu… par kya kare..”. He got exciting with this and suddenly told..”aaj..kyo na ham dono milkar Priya ke sath kuchh kare… use bhi achha lagega… “. “kya matlab..” mene dhire.