In the following few weeks, I successfully gave all my sluts the same power over each other, and only two of them didn’t go for the girl-girl sex wh...ch I did not have anything to do with directly. The rest had naturally associated the sex with the smiles, and despite my programming, a few of them continued to get together for a lesi holiday once in a while. Strangely enough, the only one who went lesbian in the end was Debbie, the class slut.Nope. Didn’t see that one coming either.Emotions. As. Where do I begin this catastrophe? It all began about two months ago.My husband Peter left the house to go pick up a load for one of the companies that he hauls for (drives truck for.) He had to go to Los Angeles someplace and then take it to New York where he was to pick up another load for Dallas then one back to LA. (He drives one of those big trucks; he calls it "his rig")Anyway he left on a Thursday night, he said it would take him a whole week because of his Dallas layover to get loaded.. Jayne must have seen the bulge in my jeans double in size. Then came the next question, the one I was dreading “what were you doing with the red ones?” “I was just looking at them” She knew I was lying, “no! you had your dick out! Undo your jeans and show me what you were doing!” I reached for the red knickers, undid my jeans and tried to keep my cock from view by covering it instantly with the knickers to save the embarrassment of having to. “Please, Mr Reynolds. I’m a dirty slag. Please come on my face.” She was trying to do her breathy little-girl voice again, but she was crying again which made it utterly unconvincing. Although to my sick mind, that made it even fucking hotter. “Nope, I think I wanna come inside your sweet little butt instead. So fucking hot, so fucking tight…” I grinned down at her, feeling my balls tightening in readiness.“No! Please, Mr Reynolds. I really don’t want you to…” she sobbed.“Say it then! Tell me.