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"Melody, you must obey me. You won't know why, but you cannot help yourself. Also obeying me makes you horny. Also the more embarrassed you feel, the hornier you'll become. Your pussy and anus itch, you don't want to scratch in front of me, and don't want to go to the ladies room unless you really have to pee. Whenever I ask you a question, you'll end your answer with 'because I'm a bed wetting slut,' and that will make you feel like an idiot. Got all that?"

She nodded.

"Finally, if I say the phrase 'merry Melody,' you'll go back into this trance." John snapped her out of her trance.

"So Melody, were you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, my friend Angela because I'm a bed wetting slut."

"You're a bed wetting slut?"

"No because I'm a bed wetting slut," Melody felt flustered and embarrassed and she squirmed in her seat as her pussy and anus itched.

"So are you or are you not a bed wetting slut?"

"I'm no a bed wetting slut because I'm a bed wetting slut. UGGGH! Why do I keep saying that? Let's change the subject. You're a very handsome man." She brushed some hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry I was rude earlier."

"No problem, why were you rude?"

"Because you don't seem as handsome and rich as the guys I usually date because I'm a bed wetting slut. Fuck!"