He orders the man to grab two other hot sluts to suck him off while getting more information out of the man

John used this opportunity to get the information he needs. He commanded the hooded slut. "Get me two other sluts. The hottest ones you can find." The hooded man nodded, a mindless drone following orders, and scurried off, returning a moment later with two women in tow. Their lingerie barely contained their curves, and their eyes were glazed with the same mindless lust that now possessed the hooded man.

"Good," John said, a slow smile spreading across his face. He then turned back to the now mindless slut on the floor. "Now, tell me everything you know about Mr. Big and his operation."

The hooded man looked up at him, his eyes pleading, but the words spilled out of his mouth in a rush. "He's... he's in the loft. He's got a lab up there. He's... he's perfecting the formula. Wants to... wants to make everyone... everyone... like me."

The two women who arrived with a mindless drone, a fiery redhead with lips as red as sin and a delicate Asian beauty with skin like porcelain, immediately dropped to their knees alongside him. Their hands, warm and skilled, began to work at John's belt, their movements practiced and synchronized. The redhead looked up at him, her eyes full of adoration, while the Asian beauty leaned in, her breath hot against his neck.

John's head fell back against the wall, a low groan escaping his lips. The sensations were overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure that threatened to drown him. But he held on, his mind racing to piece together the information he'd just received. The loft. The lab. Mr. Big was perfecting a formula to make everyone into a mindless, lust-driven drone.

John knew where the man is. A great win for the moment as his cock get play with. The redhead was the first to take him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock in a way that made his toes curl. The Asian beauty wasn't idle, her hands cupping his balls, her nails gently scraping against the sensitive skin. And then the hooded man, now fully lost to the ****'s effects, joined in, his mouth and hands adding to the symphony of sensations.

John's mind was a battlefield, the pleasure warring with the need for focus. He knew he had to get to the loft, to confront Mr. Big and put an end to this madness. But the pull of the moment, the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of the three mouths worshipping him, was almost too much to resist.

He felt himself teetering on the edge, his control slipping with every passing second. The Asian beauty then kissed him, her lips full. A perfect bimbo for fucking.

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