I am." Are you surprised that I am attracted to you as well?" I asked. I felt the command pulsing through my head, and I wondered if I could control i... and talk without it.Stacy smiled happily, "Really?" Yes. I am. You're a very beautiful young woman. I am very attracted to you."Stacy simply beamed at me in response.I tried to mentally hold back on the drug's effect and simply speak so my next question wasn't a command, "Are you comfortable being naked in front of me, knowing that it turns me. My husband loved the idea of such easy access to my fun parts and we used the costume in our love making many times leading up to the party. I have to admit it was fun to play the slutty prison guard in our bedroom. On the night of the party my husband convinced me to wear sexy underwear under my costume. I had planned to wear shorts and a t-shirt under the exposing costume. I chose my only thong and a matching bra that barely covered my nipples and didn't come close to keeping my huge nipples. You'll just have to wank over the memory of this.” She was almost triumphant in her mounting ecstasy.By now her tits were bouncing grotesquely out of the holes in her bra. Something about what she just said sent her over the edge. Suddenly she lost control and ground down on the dildo burying it all the way inside her and forcing her trembling clitoris onto my mouth. I didn't have any choice, and neither did she. I was swamped by her fluids as she came over my face, soaking her tiny G-string,. Some kind of blah, blah, blah about how they were doing everything in their power to make their county safe from this degenerate. How he personally was setting up a task force and had brought in a FBI profiler. Five fucking minutes. Even that profiler hadn't said much and he thought the feds always wanted to get the spot light.Even when cornered by the press, Detective Big Man Saint hadn't said anything. He knew right then that he needed to do something that would make a big splash, that would.