His mind was doing something strange as he sensed a wide void that was empty of life. The loss of living creatures felt like a tear in the fabric of h...s soul. He became disoriented and stumbled to his knees without realizing it.His eyes wanted to roll back into his head. Fighting with all of his might to stay conscious, Jorie's head rolled side to side as he tried to clear his brain from this set of novel sensations.Two fingers touched either side of his head at his temples. He was commanded to. And then it happened. She woke up early Sunday morning to a knock at the door. She staggered out of bed and across the floor of her efficiency apartment, still so groggy from a long Saturday night of working tables that thoughts of brainwashed slavegirls hadn’t even entered her head yet. She was so exhausted from just a couple hours’ sleep that she barely had the presence of mind to drape a sheet around her body as she looked through the peephole…and there she was. Jillian. Carrying a small. They agreed to meet for the encounter at a motel outside of town.The wife had sort of mentally scripted what she wanted to see and experience, including watching two guys in a sixty-nine oral session, watching her husband stroking, and being stroked by another guy, teaching him to give a guy a blow-job, and watching two guys cum on each other’s cock.All three of us got naked, and she started directing the action. First she had her husband get onto his knees, and had me feed him my cock. He was. Imoaned as I felt my cock turn rock hard in an instant.He bent me over as he alternately rubbed and smacked my butt. I wasgone. "Oh yeah, baby, you like that?" Yeah" was all I could say as if in a trance."Well, let's not forget. First things first." He sat me in a chair anddropped his pants. His semi was in front of my face. I gobbled it down.I know this sounds weird, but I had no desire to suck his dick at all. Butall it took was one butt swat and a couple of ass grabs and he had me. Ithink.