Home Alone

I followed the businesswoman into her kitchen where she put her keys and her purse on the worktop, then draped her jacket over the back of a dining chair

"You can stop ignoring me now!!!"

She whirled, hearing my footsteps behind her (or at least noticing them) for the first time.

"Hi", I smiled.

"Who the fuck are you?" she squealed. "Get the fuck out of my house! I'm gonna call the cops!", she reached for her purse and pulled her phone out. "Stop that and behave!!!" I projected into her mind. It was time to do what I had set out to do when I took the serum in the first place. Get people to do what I want them to!

She paused, unsure of herself.

"Just do whatever I tell you"

She nodded in compliance.

"Come here" I said out loud. and pointed directly in front of me. The businesswoman looked nervous but took two steps towards me and stopped about a foot away.

I reached up and grabbed her by the boobs, thinking of my initial encounter with Janice the cleaner earlier this evening. The businesswoman's tits were substantially larger though. I let them go.

"unbutton your blouse".

She began to unbutton the blouse from the top down, four in all looking visibly distressed.

"Shit - how can he be making me do this. Oh fuck. What's happening?" I caught the rapid thoughts flickering through her mind.

These weren't helpful. I knew how to deal with them though. "Calm down! Everything's fine. Just do whatever you're told to do and don't worry about it!!!" Instantly her shoulders unhunched and she seemed a lot more relaxed. With the buttons undone, I reached into her bra cups and levered her tits free with my hands.

"What's your name?"

"Sarah Considine".

"Call me sir"

"Yes sir".

"Are you expecting any company tonight Sarah?"

"No Sir. I live alone."

"Take your skirt off".

"Yes sir". She reached behind her to undo a button and zipper then slid the skirt with a series of tugs down past her hips and thighs. I let her lay it neatly over her jacket and admired her rather curvaceous body. It was not so long since I had fucked the cleaner though, so I was in no rush here. Immediate needs to be met first.

"Ok, make us your best dinner. Let me know when its ready".

I sat down on her sofa and let her potter around in the kitchen in her panties with her tits hanging over the top of her bra for a while and surfed the channels on the TV, but mostly I just watched her. I already had wood again.

"That's it ready now sir". she said, and placed a plate of tomato and mascarpone pasta in front of me. Oh well, looks like this was her best attempts at dinner.

I sat down and indicated that she should sit opposite me. Her tits almost rested on the dining table as we ate. To be honest, it tasted a bit better than it looked. It didn't completely suck. However, once that was out of the way I felt we could move on to other more important matters.

"Follow me," I said, getting up from the table. I headed through the lounge with her following at my heels and up the open plan staircase to a landing in front of 5 doors. How many bedrooms did she need? She was living alone FFS. Well, maybe not tonight at least I corrected myself. They were mostly ajar, so I could see the master-bedroom and went for that. I ignored the king size bed. and turned to the wardrobes. A little disappointing I thought as I looked through the rails, mostly workwear then noticed a few items that looked promising.

However, that could wait till later. We had a fucking to get to.

"Get your panties off Sarah and lie on your back on that bed with your legs open".