Alison stared with glassy eyes. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how she’d gotten here. She certainly didn’t know where her pants were.

But none that mattered to Alison. Only one thing mattered now, and that was the commanding man before her. His voice dripped into her ear like melted butter. He was telling her of his desires. Her slumbering brain had no wants of its own. Flowing in to fill her empty mind, all his desires became her desires too.

He beckoned with a single finger. Compliantly, Alison rose to follow him. He was leading her somewhere. Somewhere he could use her to sate his desires. All she wanted was to be used.

Wow, fantastic stuff.

Alison Brie