After a few moments of small talk, she started do develop a glassy stare and become a bit fidgety. I grabbed my small brown bottle of potion, and Big Tits walked around behind her, and applied a couple of more drops to the back of her neck, she either didn't notice, or didn't care. While it went to work, completing it's job, I sat down in front of her, this time I brought the stool from the front of the room. As I sat, with the stool at her eye level, I made sure my dress rode up very high, having unbuttoned half the buttons down the center of the dress made this process easy. With the emerald green dress parted up well past mid thigh, Melisa first seemed to notice my legs, then was drawn to the lacy cuff at the top of my stockings clasped with the exposed ends of the garters. She seemed to peer for something unseen, and there was a noticeable gasp of relief when I opened my legs several inches and showed it to her. "You are a naughty girl aren't you" I said to her. "Yes" was the simple reply "You are now my property, do you understand?" I gave the first of many hypnotic commands. "Yes Ms. Rogan" she responded. "Good, now here amateur is what we are going to do" And I went on to give her, her new programming. When I finished, it had been about 20 minutes, she had yet to take her eyes off my slit, hairless and pink it seemed to almost stare back it her, but I had never told her to stare at it, that was all on her own. "Do you like the look of my pussy?" "Yes Ms. Rogan, very much." "Would you like to lick it?" "Very much Ms." she said. Her eyes were glassy, and her voice breathless. "Very good then, give it a good quick lick, then we must be going" I told her. I had barely finished speaking and she was lunging forward, on her knees and burying her face in my slit. She was no amateur, she licked it up once, found my rock hard clit, and started sucking on indian it like a baby on a bottle. I had to stop her before I came, I am NOT a quite cumer, and it's not always dry either.. We gathered up Emily, jumped in my car and headed to their house, where they lived alone. Melisa wouldn't take her eyes off of me, the lustful look was neither hidden or subtle. At the house she continued to look at me like a future meal, and Emily thanked me for coming over. "Here Emily, You should try this perfume, it's nice." with that I sat my large bag of goodies for later down, and pulled the potion bottle out of my purse. I put one drop on each wrist, and told her to rub them together. She did so and then smelled them, "Smells kind of oily." she said. "It takes a few minuted to warm up" I told her. "Go ready yourself." I told Melisa, and she ran off to the bathroom with instructions to shower, shave and wait for me. Not long later, Emily was glassy eyed and seemed only in partial control of here head as she played on the living room floor. Thinking she was not being watched, I would catch her quickly giving her nipples a pinch, or rubbing her hand across the crotch of her jeans, not seeming to understand why. When Melisa emerged from the shower, I took in her body, her breasts were as perky as could be, and capped with smallish pink areolas, and lovely large red nipples that seemed to have ideas of their own. "Wear this" I told her, and she dressed. She looked boldly from face to face, pouting, and unbelted her coat to reveal an athletic physique clad only in yellow stiletto shoes and gold jewellery. The men just trotted around the room, glancing at each of the terrified women once before moving on until they found the one they liked the most. They arrived back at the apartment around 3 amateur A.M. and continued where they had left off on the dance floor. But, not a bit of jealousy over it. He was only able to see both of them from belly to head when they lay together at the top of his bed. I stared at her dick, really studying a futa and her cock for the first time. I think she drank wine because it made her Big Tits look sophisticated. Jason was right, Billy Joe was something to look at, but the girl's pigtails were the only thing that said sweet pie. The leather skirt was so short that barely covered anything. Carter was looking out of a far window, holding a crystal indian drinking glass and wearing the same suit I had seen him in earlier. I felt like such a naughty little horndog. Aunt Sheen opened her mouth wide as she saw me leaning in. I had one had on the kitchen counter while my other hand was at the top of Aunt Sheen’s head. One mystery solved.