I rationalized I was really just helping them. Her long dark brown hair was done up in elaborate layers of braids. “Oh, come on,” I laughed, “you love it when people watch you masturbate.” Grace was definitely not the type that would have said that before, but the suggestion instantly took hold. “What’s going to happen now, Aditi, is you are going to fuck your coworker the way you imagine in your fantasies until she cums on your girl-cock.”
I continued, “Grace, you are going to fuck her back like you are in love.”
But first, some logistics. At this point, Aditi was almost levitating off the couch, perched on her feet and one bracing arm while the other hand furiously guided the sparkling missile through her surrendered pussy lips. “Aditi and Grace, don’t speak or ask questions right now. “Uh, Aditi?”
“Yes?”
“You seem like you might fuck a lot.”
“I do.”
“Have you ever used a strap-on before?”
“Yes”
“Have you ever thought about using a strap-on with Grace before?”
“All the time”
My horniness was now off the charts. Both had an expression of extreme interest as their eyes trained on me, a gaze I was starting to recognize in people starting to be charmed by pheromones released due to Compound 606. Her face was gorgeous, framed by a sharply cut bob of straight jet black hair, large, expressive