"Yep, and I need to help fill up my friends in the morning at a get together we're having," I said to the woman in the business suit. I watched her as... as she walked away and then went back to loading the cart. Walking down a little ways, I started tossing boxes of tea and hot cocoa into the baskets as well. I then picked up a dozen coffee pots, crock-pots, rotisseries and other kitchen items.Mike was filling the trucks as I pushed the carts out. With the help of several employees, we got the. “I mean we’ve already controlled you!”“I- what? How?”I hadn’t felt any weird jolts or muscle twitches. Except for when I stumbled in my heels, perhaps, but I think that was just me being clumsy.“Everything you wrote on the board, Gemma, that wasn’t you. That was the other subject -- we asked him to do exactly that.”I stared at him. Was this just some psychological test to see if you believed anything a researcher told you?“I... think you’ve made a mistake, I was just doodling.”“No, see, we. She wrote of mundane, everyday things around school and her house, and it made my heart ache with sadness. She carefully avoided mentioning anything about my past idiocy - idiocies? - and the tone of her letter was deliberately neutral.I read it three times in a row, and put it carefully in my desk drawer for safekeeping. I pulled out a spiral notebook of my own, and I began my letter back to her. I tried to keep my tone as careful as she had been, and several times I had to scratch out. So I became used to fucking her good an hard to satisfy her before being allowed to realise the pleasure of my own orgasm until one day, she welcomed me at the door, dressed as usual in ff nylons, an obg and heels but this time she was holding a brand new packet of artistic harmony points in black, an obg and heels which I had not seen before...dangling them off her sexy long fingers , the red nail polish contrasting against what she was holding.she said she had a surprise for me which she knew.