R. for the job, pretending that I wasn’t aware they had talked.Since Matt and I hadn’t been hanging out so much for the past couple of years, I ha... not seen or talked to Mr. R. very much in the recent past. I was wearing athletic shorts and a tight t-shirt, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my braless tits and nipples swaying against the fabric. I didn’t really mind him looking since he’s a good-looking black man and has always been nice to me. He and his wife, Rhonda, were around forty-two. The next morning at breakfast he passed around vials of hypno-juice and bade his women to drink them. Of course they were compelled to obey. Once they were all under he began."None of you will remember the commands given to you during this session except for Megan. From this moment forward you will all find that you are enthusiastically bisexual. Anytime you are feeling horny or left out because I cannot give you any sexual attention, you will find that sex with any of my other women is. .. turning her on.'Gotta stop,' Daisy told herself. 'This is wrong.' And most importantly, she could get in big trouble over it. 'But not just yet.' She shifted her hips back and forth, riding the city girl's face. She couldn't help herself. And she didn't do it long. Only a few seconds, and the feeling was divine. She looked down at her roommate, the young girl's legs had splayed open and her t-shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. An odd urge, but Daisy curiously wondered what lay. She undresses, while the two men are working hard in the yard. She takes a nice cold shower. The water is running down on her beautiful, sweet, mature body. Her nipples harden from the temperature of the water. 102 degrees outside and Ramone forgets the water bottles they were meant to bring for the job. He opens the slide door from the back. "Hey Jude!... Jude! Can you help us with some water?"... No response. He walks around looking for her. He heads towards the room. Closer and and closer he.