?Your slave, your slave? your? Oh god? Oh god? I’m your? your? your slave? your slave?? Simone’s body seemed to tense, her hand worked furiously b...tween her thighs, her fingers pushing deep inside her until, with a massive shudder, her whole body went rigid, she slumped sideways and lay curled up on the rug with her hands between her thighs and panting so hard it was almost as if she were crying; little bits of words came out between the gasps but she was nowhere near coherent.Greg got up and. D'you suppose she's that cool and calculating? She'd really think nothing of dropping her pals in the shit?" Maybe, to protect her own arse. She controls everyone around her. Mal was beyond her control, so..." She control you as well?" Freddie asked, "maybe through Michelle?" Yeah, probably, and through The Curse. She's knows how important the band is to me and Michelle." And she stumbles and you're there to pick her up, cover her arse, smooch up the press so they'll go easy? You know your way. .. ?” She left it unspoken.He smiled at her and hugged her. She felt weak as he pushed his prick against her.“I’d have wanted to,” he said. “But no. I can’t do that any more.”She went weak in his arms, but stiffened again immediately.“Thank goodness,” she breathed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I come back.”“You’ll meet some handsome guy up there in the city,” he said. “He’ll want you as much as I do.”“But will I want him?” she asked, her face buried in his chest.“Time will tell,” he. Well, that’s alright too. Time for a miracle.”With that he whipped his wrist forward, snapping his fingers loudly. Suddenly the bar was quiet. Wilson looked around and saw the people were all still there, but they weren’t moving. It was like being in a room full of mannequins.“Shit, did somebody put something in my drink, or did I just have a stroke? Either way, I’m having one hell of a hallucination.”“Well Wilson, my boy, if it’s just a hallucination you might as well go along with it and.