No, she asks Ann to come over instead

"I would. But I am afraid to drive there, the drive home was... weird enough for me", Vanessa said, resigned. Ann nodded in understanding.

"I see. Well, how about this? I'll come over to your place and take a portable version of the relaxation kit along. Maybe there's something we can do to undo whatever happened," she suggested.

"Sounds like a plan", Vanessa agreed. She gave her her home address and hung up. Vanessa's eyes wandered as she remembered the day before, feeling a mixture of shame and curiosity. She couldn't believe what had happened to her but at the same time, she found herself unable to resist the thought of experiencing those sensations again. As she waited for Ann to arrive, she decided to take matters into her own hands, literally.

She felt her breasts under her sweater and pinched and rubber her super sensitive nipples. Vanessa's action resulted in an intense pleasure surging through her body, causing her to moan loudly. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and she couldn't help but continue to stimulate her nipples, even as she felt like she shouldn't. Vanessa's hands moved automatically, her fingers circling and pinching her nipples harder. The sensation was too much to resist, and she let out a moan that seemed to echo through the room. She couldn't believe how good it felt. As Vanessa continued to pleasure herself, she became more and more lost in the sensation. It felt like her entire body was on fire, and she couldn't get enough. She pinched her nipples harder, feeling the sting that quickly turned into a wave of pleasure.

Her moans were turning into screams. As Vanessa's fingers worked overtime, she began to experience an intense sensation in her nipples. It felt like her body was being electrified from the inside out. She gasped for breath as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Just as Vanessa felt like she would explode, she heard a gentle tap on the kitchen window, which she realized was ajar. Vanessa jumped, startled out of her self-pleasuring trance. She quickly moved her hands away from her chest, trying to compose herself as she walked over to the window, seeing that the postman was standing on the outside of it. But as she walked over to the window, her conditioning kicked in, amplified by that fact that she had an audience. She walked with overly pronounced chest movements, making her breast jiggle uncontrollably under her sweater.

"What the hell am I doing?", she thought to herself.

"Miss, I heard some noises and came to check if you're alright", the postman told Vanessa, trying hard not to look straight at her jiggling chest and failing hard.

"I-I'm fine, thank you", Vanessa replied, her voice quivering slightly from the aftermath of her intense arousal. She tried to act normal as she took the letter from the postman. As the postman reached out with his hand through the window, Vanessa got an involuntary mental image of the postman groping her breast instead of just handing out the letter. Vanessa felt a surge of arousal and moaned out loud when she received the letter.

The postman's eyes widened in shock as he saw Vanessa's response to receiving the letter. He quickly retreated from the window, feeling awkward and flustered by the situation. As Vanessa closed the window, she tried to regain her composure.

Vanessa couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been caught in the middle of an intense moment of pleasure, and the postman must have realized what she was doing. She felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she walked back to the table, still trying to catch her breath.