Hispanic MILF

You look at the middle-aged Hispanic woman. She appears to be in her early to mid-forties. You notice her spankable ass first then her curves. She is a few pounds overweight, but not fat. You then notice she has no ring on her left hand, and your dick stirs. She has thick, wavy dark brown hair to her shoulder blades. You walk over to her. "May I help you?" you ask.

She looks at you with a bit of annoyance. "I don't think you work here," she says gruffly.

You chant the word in your head. "But you do trust me," you say as you keep chanting. "You know you can and don't care why."

The woman's face softened. Her big brown doe eyes stared at you for a moment then she smiled. "Oh, yes, of course," she says.

You keep chanting in your mind. "You trust me, and know you can and should follow whatever advice or orders I give. Now, what's your name?"

"Julia," she says.

"John," you say. "Now, I noticed you're shopping for underwear. You should never, ever wear cotton panties. Tell me what you are wearing right now."

Julia blushed. "Um, a pair of...cotton panties." She glanced at the floor then up at you.

"OK, pick out a pretty but sexy pair of silk panties and change right here and now. It's OK to do that here."

"Um, OK," said Julia. She selects a pair of purple silk panties cut high on the waist. She then puts down her purse and kicks off her shoes. She undoes her slacks and pulls them down and steps out of them.

"What's going on?!" comes a voice from behind you.

You turn around and see a tall slender blonde walking towards you. Her hair is pulled back and tightly held in a pony tail. She has green eyes and high cheek bones. She is in her mid to late twenties. She is wearing a knee-length tight floral print skirt, which shows off her athletically toned legs, and a pink blouse, showing a hint of cleavage for her B cups. "We have changing rooms for that!" she says glaring a Julia.