Ruth finally understood the phrase drunk with power. She’d always gotten off on manipulating people, knowing that she could lie or tease to get whatever she wanted from other people, and yet her sister had always been able to see right through her. Mary never fell for her tricks or taunts, and so she became the person that Ruth wanted to conquer more than anyone else. Mary become her white whale, and as they grew up Ruth felt her obsession with her sister turning sexual, but she didn’t care. She forgave herself for all her fantasies about turning her twin into her sex slave, because Ruth knew it would always be impossible. So she let her imagination run wild, knowing it would always remain locked in her head.
    Except now she really could control her sister. Ruth rubbed at her clit faster, watching as Mary enthusiastically sucked her boyfriend’s cock in the front of the car. Maybe it was Paul who was really getting the benefit of it, but Ruth knew that this was her blowjob. She was the one who’d triggered Mary until she became desperate for cock. She was the one who’d turned her sister into a dripping, horny mess. She was the one who could control Mary with just a word now.
    Ruth grinned as she pumped her fingers inside of her pussy. Fuck, even in her fantasies she’d never imagined having this much control. If she was being honest, Ruth felt kind of jealous that Paul had been able to hypnotize Mary like this. He’d managed to accomplish what she could only guiltily dream of. But now all those commands and triggers belonged to Ruth too, and she’d make full use of them.
    Not to mention how amusing it was to watch Paul squirm as he was the one being controlled now.
    The blackmail was fun, but it wouldn’t work on him forever. Just like with hypnosis, everyone had their limits on what they just wouldn’t do. Right now Paul was letting himself and Mary be used because he still believed there was a way out of this. Even now, with Mary worshipping his cock like a mindless slut, he was probably toying with some crazy plan to escape.
    Ruth closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat, letting herself truly enjoy the delightful wet sounds Mary made as she sucked his cock. She listened to it raptly… and to the soothing music that was playing on the radio. It seemed to keep slipping Ruth’s attention that it was playing, but there really was something to it. It just seemed to pair so perfectly with the sounds of a blowjob…
    Ruth picked her head up, blinking blearily. Just lost herself in the fantasies, that was all. She resumed fingering herself as Mary’s head bobbed up on down on Paul’s cock. Bobbing to the beat of the music. The beautiful music.
    Paul probably wasn’t even enjoying the blowjob. He was probably thinking of some way to stop her, but Ruth already knew there was no way out for him. Paul was the one who’d finally let her have her sister at her mercy. She’d never let them go now.
    Ruth moaned and watched her fingers working at her pussy. She imagined that they were Mary’s fingers now, sliding in and out of her wet pussy, obeying her sister’s orders. But that wouldn’t be enough. She wanted Mary licking at her clit. Licking in slow, measured flicks of her tongue. Up and down, up and down, like the beat of the music…
    Ruth could just picture the blank look on Mary’s face. Stuffed in between her sister’s legs, forced to mindlessly eat her out. Her eyes so empty. Too tired to resist. Too blank to think. Just lost in the trance… lost in the music… licking and licking… licking at Paul’s cock…
    For a moment Ruth saw past that beautiful fantasy and was surprised to find herself licking at the empty air. She paused, her tongue hanging out. It wasn’t like her to lose track of herself like this.
    Embarrassed, she checked ahead but thankfully Paul and Mary hadn’t noticed her. Paul was gripping Mary by the hair now, pumping her head up and down to help her suck his cock deeper.
    At least he finally seemed to be getting into it. Letting go to just enjoy the pleasure of it… the pleasure of the music…
    Just like Mary. She’d let go completely. She was moaning absently. Probably already in a trance from sucking his cock. From licking his cock.
    Licking up and down on Paul’s cock…
    The music washed over her as Ruth sleepily opened her mouth and began licking at the air again. Ruth didn’t mind that she was imagining licking Paul’s cock. She wouldn’t do it like Mary was… being weak and desperate. No, Ruth would be in control… just to tease him.
    Just to lick.
    Licking up and down, up and down… keeping the beat of the music…
    A smile began to grow on her blank face. She’d tease Paul’s cock, make him enjoy it. And let this wonderful music play as she did it. Such a perfect melody… to go with pleasure…
    Lick. Lick. Lick.
    Ruth kept licking at the air. She didn’t even mind that her masturbating fingers were slowing down. She just felt so tired all of a sudden. It was too exhausting to move that much. It even felt exhausting to think too much. Easier to relax. To relax and keep licking. Her fingers were still making lazy circles around her clit.
    Slower now, because the beat of the music was slower. Timed to the music, Ruth thought approvingly, though the thought tired her out badly.
    Her fingers kept rubbing her clit to the music. Her pleasure was linked to the music, which felt right. Just like how she was licking to the beat. Licking Paul’s cock, his pleasure tied to the music.
    He’d probably love to have someone as hot as her to suck his cock. Paul had Mary, and they were identical, but Ruth knew she would suck his cock better. And she’d love to do it too. As long as… she was in control…
    Ruth pictured herself standing over Paul and Mary, both of them trapped under her control.
    But it was exhausting to imagine. Ruth’s eyes were slipping shut and she made a faint groan as she clung to the fantasy. Ruth did her best to conjure up the scene again, but it was like trying to haul something up out of the ocean. So impossibly heavy. Wet and slippery. Impossible to grab onto. So hard to hold onto her thoughts… They just kept… slipping away…
    And they were… so heavy… It would be so much easier to just…
    Let them sink.
    Ruth made a surprised but happy noise as she kept licking the air.
    Sink. Yes. It was easier to sink.
    Ruth let go, and the relief that washed over her was divine. She felt so light without her thoughts to weigh her down. And yet, even as her thoughts sank away, Ruth was sinking too.
    She felt herself dropping down deeper, and it felt so strange… but so good. As the serene music continued to play Ruth drifted down through her mind, sinking into some place wonderfully warm and deep.
    She let the pleasure take her deeper. The deeper she sank the more relaxed she felt. The more she let the relaxation in the more pleasure she’d feel. The more pleasure she embraced, the deeper she sank.
    And the music was clearer now, down in this perfect place. She could hear words that she couldn’t before. Not from the music itself, which sounded so strange and beautiful. But now Ruth heard the melody echoing in her head, leaving behind words that sank down with her, deep into her mind.
    They told her that Paul wanted her to relax and keep sinking, and Ruth was happy to do that. It felt so good to sink.
    They told her that Paul wanted her to listen close to his voice, and Ruth happily listened. She realized that it was Paul’s voice inside the music all along.
    Paul wanted her to obey. What choice did she have but to obey by now? Paul’s voice had been so amazing this far, taken her to this lovely place.
    Ruth knew she would obey.
    Then Paul’s voice changed. Not the distant, underwater voice that sang with the music. No, this voice was clear. So close to her.
    “Can you hear me, Ruth?”
    Ruth nodded, her head moving on it’s own. “Yes.” It was strange that Paul sounded so close, and yet Ruth heard her own voice sounding so far away…
    “Ruth, you will do whatever I say.”
    “I will do… whatever you say…”
    “Fuck, I really did it,” Paul said with amazement in his voice. “I can’t believe that worked!”
    Ruth didn’t hear an order to obey, and so she ignored the words. Better to just drift in the nice trance, drooling to herself. It felt so perfect not to think. Why had she never done this before?
    “Ruth, I want you to focus on your memory of today. Of everything you saw and heard today that had to do with hypnosis. See all of those memories coming together now, bright and clear, but also so small. Like a marble, that you can imagine in your hand.”
    It had been exhausting to imagine things before, but now the image formed instantly in Ruth’s mind. She saw her hand stretched out, though it wasn’t her real hand. It was a Ruth who lived inside her head, holding her hand out, and in that hand was a glass marble.
    Ruth gasped when she saw the flickering images inside the marble. It was playing out all of her memories from today. She saw Mary’s hypnotized face, looking so blank and sexy. She saw herself using Mary’s trigger to make her want to suck Paul’s cock. Paul trying to hypnotize her when they first met. Mary eating her out underneath the table.
    Every moment related to hypnosis had been crystallized inside this one marble. Ruth held it happily in her hand. This marble was what had made today so amazing.
    “Can you see the marble containing the memories?”
    “Yes,” Ruth answered, still gazing absently into the tiny glass ball, mesmerized by the hot images flashing inside it.
    “Now I want you to see yourself throwing that marble far away, deep into the darkness of your mind where you won’t be able to find it again. When you do that you’ll lose all memory of hypnosis from today, those memories lost in the dark. Throw the marble away now.”
    Ruth felt her hand closing and rearing back to throw. She felt a deep yearning for the marble, but was too deep to think about why she wanted it. She just had to obey. She would toss the marble away and forget about hypnosis. To forget all about making her sister into her obedient slave.
    And that’s when Ruth stopped herself. She forced her hand down, cradling the glass marble protectively in her palm.
    “No,” Ruth announced in her empty voice.
    “Ruth, throw the memories away now.”
    “No,” Ruth said again, stronger. 
    “Ruth, you are in a deep trance. Repeat and accept.”
    “I am in a deep trance.” She felt the darkness enveloping her like a warm blanket. Felt so good to speak the truth.
    “And you must obey my commands. Repeat and accept.”
    “I must obey your commands,” Ruth agreed, that same seductive pleasure filling her at the truth. She did have to obey Paul’s commands. Except…
    She kept the marble of memories close, and added, “Unless they violate my limits.”
    “Shit.”
    Ruth was too deep in the dark to think, but something about the frustration in his voice made Ruth smile, though she didn’t know why.
    “Okay. Ruth, why do you believe getting rid of those memories is against your limits?”
    “Because I want Mary to be my slave.” The darkness swirled happily around her. So good to speak the truth.
    “That’s not a limit, that’s just a desire.”
    “But I want it,” Ruth groaned, something inside of her stirring. She couldn’t think about what she was saying. Ruth couldn’t think at all. All she felt were words coming out of her, and she knew they were the truth. “I don’t want… to be made to give up what I want. I have to obey… but not that. Won’t let you… take away what I want.”
    “You can’t really want to make your sister a slave that badly, though. Right?”
    “I want to make Mary my sex slave,” Ruth said with a clear shining voice, a grin now on her blank face. “I want to make you my sex slave, too, Paul. I want the both of you to obey me. To worship me. To fuck you both whenever I want. Want it so bad and… I won’t let you stop that. Won’t obey.”
    Ruth sat there blissfully in trance, already having forgotten what she’d said. She was just listening and waiting for Paul to stop cursing so that he could give her a command. A command that Ruth wanted to follow, of course. Even in trance people were able to resist orders if they really wanted to. Ruth couldn’t think, but Paul had taught her that, and so she knew it was true.
    “Alright, fine. Is there… Is there anything I can give you that would make you willing to give up those memories?”
    Ruth tilted her head. At the question she saw numbers flashing before her closed eyes. Ruth saw jewelry and gold and money, all fluttering around her. Her mind was searching to put a price on the marble in her hand. Drifting in that deep dark place, Ruth gazed down into the marble and watched the memory of her twin sister eating her out, with such an adorably desperate look on her face.
    “Make yourself and Mary into my slaves.”
    “What?”
    “If you turn yourselves into my slaves then I’ll be happy to forget about hypnosis.”
    “I’m trying to make you forget so you’ll stop trying to make us slaves, dammit.”
    “Too bad,” Ruth muttered in a dreamy voice. “There’s nothing else I want more.”
    Ruth felt the car swerving beneath her, and her eyes slowly opened. Through half-lidded eyes she saw Paul banging on the steering wheel as he drove. Then her blank eyes saw that Mary was slumped in the passenger seat, smiling in her trance as she drooled on her shoulder.
    Ruth sighed. Her sister looked so beautiful in trance. So blank and compliant. Just like she felt now. Ruth thought that she must appear just as beautiful and blank as Mary looked now. It was a wonderful thought, but it still sent her mind plummeting back into trance, too weak to carry even a single thought.
    Her eyes slipped close and the music took her back under. Ruth lost track of time. All she knew was the embrace of the warm, enveloping darkness, and she never wanted to leave. The only light she had was the glowing marble, filled with wonderful memories to entertain her.
    “Ruth, tell me your most humiliating secret.”
    Even though she’d been left mindless for minutes, what felt like hours to her in that deep place, Ruth replied instantly.
    “I once made my sister eat me out in the middle of a crowded restaurant, while her boyfriend watched me get off.”
    “What? When did you- Oh. You’re talking about tonight?”
    “Yes…” Ruth’s voice trailed off. She’d nearly called Paul master. Why would she say that?
    Because she was a good girl for her master, and always sunk deeper into trance for her master.
    Ruth frowned and resisted the impulse. She was happy to go into trance for Paul, she couldn’t help but obey. But if she let Paul be her Master then it would just be awkward when she made Mary and Paul into her slaves.
    “I can’t exactly blackmail you with that. And why do you consider that to be humiliating, anyway? I thought you’d be proud of using your sister like that.”
    “I got off from it, but I know that if anyone found out I’d be in so much trouble. And it would humiliate Mary if anyone knew. I couldn’t bear the thought of that happening.”
    “Haven’t you been humiliating Mary all night long? Are you trying to tell me you’ve felt guilty this whole time?”
    “Of course I feel guilty. I love my sister, and I’ve been forcing her to act like a filthy slut. I’m an awful sister.”
    “Then why have you been doing all this?”
    “Because I love my sister and want to sleep with her. And finding out she’s done all of these perverted things for you through hypnosis, I couldn’t resist making her do them for me too. I’ve been so wet, finally getting to order her around. It makes me feel guilty, but also really happy… to know that Mary’s a pervert like me.”
    “Why do you think she’s a pervert like you?”
    “Because you told me that she would never do anything she didn’t want. I kept pushing her all night. To fantasize about fucking me. To do whatever I say. Even to eat me out. She’s done all of it. Some part of her wants to fuck me too.”
    Ruth shivered in her seat, her cunt dripping.
    “I’m an awful, terrible person for all of this, but I don’t care. The only reason I’ve gone this far is because if there’s a chance for me and my sister to become lovers, I’ll take it.”
    “… You really do want her, don’t you?”
    “For years now. But knew it was impossible. Then tonight… I’ve been watching her get off on obeying me… seen how wet Mary got from being controlled… and I knew she’s really a pervert like me… that she loves to be submissive just like I do.”
    “You enjoy being submissive?” Paul asked, surprised.
    “Of course. It’s so much fun to have no choice but to obey. To be owned. It’s so good.” Ruth moaned happily. “But it’s better to be the one in charge. To see how devoted your lover is, existing just for your pleasure. I enjoy being dominant more, but I like submitting for the right people.”
    “Then why don’t you become my slave, Ruth?”
    Ruth laughed.
    “You’re too easy to trick,” Ruth said, eyes blank and drool running down the side of her mouth. “You could never… be able to own me…”
    “Then don’t do it for me. Do it for Mary.”
    The mention of her twin’s name made her shudder. “For… Mary?”
    “If you became my slave you’d be the same as Mary. Both of you could be hypnotized all the time. Could serve together. I’d even…” She heard Paul gulp. “If you agreed to become my slave, I’ll help convince Mary to fuck you.”
    “Be a slave… with Mary?”
    “Just picture it. Living as my slave, and being able to fuck your sister to your heart’s content.”
    Even though she didn’t want to imagine being Paul’s slave, the fantasy blossomed in her head anyway. Ruth saw herself kneeling at Paul’s feet, naked and dripping wet with obedience. She turned to her side and saw Mary kneeling besides her. She was beautiful, with her eyes empty and a collar around her neck. And Ruth knew instantly that she was just as blank, and wearing an identical collar. Both mindless, perfect slaves.
    Ruth moaned as the fantasy played out, with Paul presenting his cock. Both twins move forward eagerly to serve. They began to lick and kiss at his cock from opposite sides, letting their tongues run over his shaft. Ruth lost herself in the bliss of serving, but she and her sister would kiss anytime their tongues found each other, Paul’s hard cock pressed between their lips, joining them.
    Ruth felt part of herself boiling in anger. She didn’t want to lose to Paul. He’d been dumb enough to give himself away and let himself be blackmailed. He didn’t deserve to be her Master.
    And yet, Mary was his slave. She seemed very happy to be his slave, too. Ruth knew that if she were his slave too, then they’d be together forever. Paul would make them fuck constantly for his amusement. Of course he would. What man could resist having a pair of submissive twins under his control?
    “Just think about it, Ruth. You said yourself the only reason you’ve been doing all of this is because it will let you finally be with Mary. But you’d have to find a way to put me under your control, and get Mary to be completely yours, too. It would be so much work to accomplish just to sleep with her.
    “But if you just give in now, we can make it happen. If you agree to be my slave, and serve me, I’ll help make you and Mary become lovers. I promise.”
    Ruth was shuddering, still seeing herself sucking Paul’s cock in the fantasy. She would have Mary. She would have Paul. It’s what she wanted. It’s all she wanted.
    “I… I would be open… to being your slave. If I could fuck my sister.”
    She heard the obvious relief in Paul’s voice. “Good. It’ll still be tricky to get Mary to agree to it, but I think I can manage it. For now, I want you to become my slave. The exact same way Mary serves me now. You two will be identical, both devoted and obedient to me alone. Now submit, and join your sister.”
    Ruth felt herself sucking Paul’s cock faster and faster, loving the fantasy with each passing second. She clutched the marble in her hand, as she saw Mary crawl beneath her, eating her out at Paul’s command. The pleasure overwhelmed her. It was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of.
    Ruth reached up to caress her bare neck, and said, “No.”
    “But… you just said you’d do it.”
    “I would be open to being your slave… if I had no other options.” Ruth grinned, feeling her sister’s tongue on her clit as if it were real. “But I’ve got you… by the balls. I can make you obey… I can make Mary obey… So easy… to get you both.”
    “It would be easier to be my slave,” Paul countered in a strong voice.
    “Yes,” Ruth admitted. “It would be easier. But I don’t want easy… I want… to own you both… I want… to be the Mistress.”
    In the fantasy Ruth began to stand now, grabbing Paul by the shoulders and forcing him to his knees instead. He bowed obediently, and Ruth stood over the hypnotized couple. She still held the glowing marble of memories in her hand, and in one easy motion she brought it up to her lips and swallowed it. Let the memories become part of her forever.
    Ruth felt the strength of it filling her, as she grabbed Paul and Mary by the hair. They both gave up control to her without resistance. She made them kiss passionately for her amusement.
    The real Paul was still talking, still pleading, but Ruth ignored him. She led her Paul and Mary to her cunt, and ordered them to eat her out. Letting both of her slaves pleasure her.
    “Yessss,” Ruth hissed, letting her head roll back. This was what she truly wanted.
    “Fuck.” The panic was clear in Paul’s voice, and Ruth couldn’t understand what he was scared of. She’d be such a good mistress to them.
    The darkness rippled around her, loosening it’s grip.
    She should… she should get back to work. Mary was nearly hers, and she still had to get Paul to hypnotize himself. Make Paul hers. Trance felt amazing… but there would be time for it later.
    Ruth’s eyes began to flutter open. Her thoughts were still moving glacially slow, though, and she only noticed the world around her in glimpses. The car was stopped. They were home again, parked outside. Mary, so beautiful, still drooling and lost in trance. Paul terrified, fumbling at the radio.
    “Stay in trance,” Paul commanded, and Ruth felt the seat beneath her give away. She dropped, but caught herself. The trance was so inviting… but she had to finish what she started.
    “I… can’t,” Ruth muttered, her eyes blinking slowly. “Gotta… wake up. Wake up and… fuck Mary… Fuck my sister.”
    “Your sister,” Paul repeated quietly.
    “Yes… fuck my sister…”
    Ruth kept pulling her way out of trance. The music kept playing, the subliminal messages telling her to sink and enjoy.
    The ghost of a smile appeared on Ruth’s lips.
    That was it. There were subliminal messages in the music. Paul had tricked her into trance. Very clever, but not enough. Ruth would win. She knew she would. Nothing could stop her now.
    “You love your sister, right Ruth?”
    Ruth hesitated at the strange question, but her mouth opened and answered anyway. “Yes, I love Mary more than anyone else in the world.”
    “And you want to make her happy.”
    “Of course. Want to make her happy.” Ruth twitched. She was breaking free, but the trance still held her, making her answer obediently. Wanting to assume control, Ruth added, “Make her… happy… as my slave.”
    “And what if making her your slave would hurt her?”
    That made Ruth pause. The deep trance was still coiling around her, threatening to pull her back under, but the thought of hurting Mary twisted something in her heart. Hurt Mary? She’d never do that.
    “Wuh- wouldn’t hurt her. She… she likes this… You said she would stop… if she didn’t like…”
    “Mary might go along with it, but are you certain that this is really what would make her the happiest?”
    The darkness was sneaking back over her again, plunging her deeper, but Ruth felt frozen. She wanted to own Mary so badly. It’s all she’d fantasized about for years. Ruth knew she’d make Mary a happy slave… but was that what Mary really wanted to be happy?
    Mary was a pervert though, like her. Mary had eaten her out, and obeyed all those humiliating commands. This must make her happy too. But did it? Was she really happy? Ruth didn’t know, and the discomfort was clear on her face.
    “You want to make your sister happy.”
    “Yes,” Ruth replied instantly. “I want to make her happy.”
    “You want to make Mary happy.”
    “I want to make Mary happy.” The words were so simple and true. Ruth clung to them protectively, finding relief from all her doubts. She’d never hurt Mary, because she wanted to make Mary happy.
    “You love Mary more than anyone,” Paul said, and Ruth eagerly nodded, her eyes slipping closed.
    “I love Mary more than anyone.”
    “You’d do anything to make Mary happy.”
    “Yes, I’d do anything to make Mary happy.” The warm inky trance bubbled around her, and Ruth realized she’d stopped thinking again. Paul had put her back under. She knew what was happening this time. Although, it was still impossibly hard to think. And something was changing now. Paul’s words were changing something in her head.
    “Your strongest desire is to make Mary happy.”
    “My… my strongest desire…”
    Ruth wrestled with the trance, but it was like being caught in quicksand. Struggling only tired her out more. Besides, she could feel her thoughts changing. Molding to Paul’s words. She had to stop him… except…
    Except he wasn’t lying. Ruth did want her sister to be happy. She loved Mary more than anyone else in the world. She’d always been so mean to her sister, though. It was just so awkward, getting wet every time she noticed how beautiful Mary was. Ruth acted out and pissed Mary off because she didn’t know what else to do with herself. Ruth knew she’d been acting like a complete bitch all along.
    When all Ruth really wanted was to make Mary happy.
    It was… it was her strongest desire.
    “My strongest desire… is to make Mary happy.”
    “You will only act in a way to make Mary the happiest she can be.”
    “I will… only act in a way to make Mary… the happiest she can be.”
    “You’d never do anything to make Mary upset or feel bad.”
    “No, I’d never do anything… to make Mary upset or feel bad.”
    “No matter how much you want something, Ruth, you won’t go after it, if you know that it won’t make Mary the happiest she can be.”
    “Should only… make Mary the happiest. Will never… will never do anything less.”
    The words were like chains slinking around her mind. Ruth felt it constraining her desires, her impulses. She wanted to see Mary humiliated and degraded, to be part of her fantasies, and yet now these hypnotic chains were holding Ruth back.
    She’d never hurt Mary. She’d never humiliate Mary. She’d only ever do anything if it truly made Mary happy.
    Ruth was writhing and fighting, wanting to reject this. Paul was tricking her, changing her, and yet she could do nothing about it. Because she really did want Mary to be happy.
    But… if Mary could be happy as her slave…
    Ruth just had to… convince her… to want it too…
    Ruth just had to be smarter than Paul. Had to outmaneuver him. It would be easy. She had Mary under her control (Can’t hurt Mary, must make her happy) but she could make Paul her slave. Get control. She just had to remember what he was doing. Remember this trance to use it against him. Remember and-
    Ruth shook awake as her phone loudly went off in her purse. She blearily looked around, dazed and forgetting where she was. She was in the back of a car. Paul was hurrying to turn off the radio, looking jumpy. He must have been caught off guard by the phone call too.
    Ruth wiped her mouth, finding a bit of drool there. Must have fallen asleep. She always did that on long car rides. Though she didn’t think the restaurant had been that far away.
    Then she saw Mary sleeping in the passenger seat. No, not sleeping. Her eyes were open and empty, a dark stain of drool drenched into the shoulder of her dress. Ruth grinned and reached out to pet her head. Mary was just so hot in a mindless trance. Probably didn’t even know what was happening to her. There was just something incredibly sexy about that, though Ruth couldn’t put her finger on it.
    Her phone was still ringing, and Ruth angrily checked it. Just one of her booty calls. Silly girl probably forgot that Ruth was out of town. She put the phone back in her purse and rubbed her eyes, still feeling a bit out of it.
    Ruth tried to remember what had happened. They’d left the restaurant, and she’d made Mary suck Paul’s cock. God, she’d made such happy sounds as she got to give him a blowjob. Ruth shivered with delight, not sure what made her feel so satisfied about that.
    After that she probably put Mary into trance… and then took a nap in the back. Just let Paul drive them home… so she could rest. Yes, that sounded right. She did feel rested too. Full of energy for everything else they’d do tonight.
    Ruth patted Paul on the shoulder, chuckling at the nervousness on his face. “Now that we’re home, we can let the real fun start.”
    Ruth couldn’t wait to let her fantasies come true.