Annie looked at me, accusingly. I’d done something to her, she argued. Why else would she not be wearing a bra?
I’d changed her, somehow. Why else would her nipples be getting harder, her skin flushing with erotic heat, her pussy dripping wet?
Annie swore to me that she’d get to the bottom of this, and that she’d make me pay, no matter what the cost.
I don’t think she appreciated just how far my control could take her. So I snapped her mind into a thousand pieces, and Annie became a totally insane nymphomaniac slut – for me.