Clive, her middle aged neighbour.

To Helen's disappointment it was Clive, her neighbour in his mid-fifties who was equal parts helpful and irritating. She slowly descended the stairs and opened the door to find the middle aged gentleman holding a box of tools and wearing his usual passive grin.

"Hello Helen, hope you don't mind me popping round with the tools Adam asked to borrow," Clive said in a chirpy tone.

"Oh, thank you," Helen replied, trying her best to sound friendly. She found Clive's eagerness to help a little bit too much most of the time. She hoped that he would leave as soon as he dropped off the tools, but had a sneaking suspicion that he wanted to stay and chat.

"How have you found your first few weeks living on the street then?" Clive asked. Helen had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She hated being right sometimes.

"Good, thank you. We've settled in nicely," Helen responded plainly. 'Hang on a minute,' she suddenly thought. 'I could send him on his way with a quick spell, what am I doing wasting my time talking to him! Unless... I could always have a little fun with him, send a few trojan thoughts to make him do whatever I want.'

Trying to hide a wicked smile, Helen invited her neighbour in for a cup of tea. Clive was pleasantly surprised and followed his neighbour into her home. He remarked that the house was looking very good so far as he sat at the breakfast bar whilst Helen put the kettle on. As his inane chatter continued, Helen began to send her trojan thoughts via her spell into Clive's mind. She could quickly tell they were working as his face began to become flushed and a hand dropped below the bar table.

"Are you alright, Clive?" Helen asked, stiffling a snigger. Her neighbour had stopped mid-sentence and was clearly quite focused with what he was doing with the hand Helen couldn't see.

"Ooh, I'm f-fine, thanks love," Clive just about managed to say. "Never better."

Helen finished preparing the tea and brought over Clive's mug. She couldn't help but peak below the bar to see how her spell was working. As she had hoped, Clive had his cock in his hand and was gently stroking it. Although Helen only got a quick glance, she was inpressed by the size of her neighbour's shaft. It was probably on par with Adam's, though had perhaps a little less girth.

Sitting on the opposite side of the breakfast bar to Clive, Helen continued the casual conversation, giddy with the knowledge that she was forcing him to play with himself as they chatted. His strained speech made it clear that Clive was struggling to focus on things and Helen loved the feeling of power this gave her. This mature man was completely under her spell and would do anything if she just sent the thoughts into his mind. Helen considered this for a moment as she sipped her tea. Should she push things even further or call things off and send Clive on his way home before he blew his load in her kitchen?