No

It had been both easy and very, very hard to not look at Caroline's jiggling ass. He had elected to simply shut his eyes, but the idea of Caroline's perfect ass was all too enticing. He had seen her ass often, of course; after she had **** him to massage her ass after the gym incident, he'd gotten very well acquainted with the redhead's rear end. And the very idea of opening his eyes and drinking in the sight of the smooth, soft posterior that was literally impossible to resist was tempting, he was having trouble thinking of Caroline's ass at the moment.

Because Susan's handjob was the only thing he could really think about at the moment.

Susan was a slut, but of course she was. Every woman Troy knew was a massive slut. But Susan was the slut with her hands on his dick. And, with the mindset Caroline was installing into Susan, she was a monster cock obsessed slut. Her hands traced along Troy's shaft, rubbing, pulling, teasing... It was one of the best handjobs Troy had ever received. Susan wasn't the most experience slut who had handled his cock, but her technique was so casual, so effortless, simple yet skillful... Susan craved the dick, obviously, but she was distracted. There was no hunger, no insistence like the innumerable other sluts who had handled his junk. It was just a girl, hypnotized to be a size queen and entranced by the world's most perfect butt, shaking within arm's reach.

"Caroline, come on-" Troy began, but was cut off by her moaning.

"I will here in a second, Troy. Mina's doing an eeeeexcellent job on my pussy. But I'm not going to stop until you loosen up. You're always so serious. You just need a chance to relax. I can help you," Caroline offered, slowing down for just a moment to talk to Troy.

"Yeah, but you're trying to help me even though I'm asking you to stop! Do you really want to hypnotize me?"

Caroline stopped moving entirely at that question, racking her brain. Did she want to hypnotize Troy? Well, no, not really. Her perfect, hypnotic ass was certainly helpful in a lot of situations, but... Troy was different. She trusted Troy in a way that she hadn't trusted anyone else. He was the only man she was attracted to and the two had shared incredible sexual chemistry. They were lousy partners, that they were clear on, but they were great fuckbuddies. And gymbuddies. And friends, if she were being honest. Caroline had used her ass to get her a lot of things, but she hadn't used it to get Troy in her life. And every time she had considered using her butt to get Troy to have some fun or to see things her way, she had stopped herself. They had a thing together. A confusing, arousing thing, but an honest thing, and she wanted to keep it that way. With a sigh, she considered her options.

"...no, I don't Troy. I'm sorry, you're just... I don't like it when you get all in your head about things. You clearly like Susan, that's super obvious, and I thought I could get you two together, but I don't want to ruin what we have."

"I... I appreciate that, Caroline. I really do." Troy grit his teeth for a moment, clutching his chair. "Now, uh, are you done with Susan? Are you going to bring her back to- *hah* -normal?"

"Hah, fuck no! I've still got one more thing for little Miss Handjob over there. Hey, Susan, keep your eyes here for a second!" Caroline pulled one of her hands away from the twins and slapped it across her left buttcheek, pulling in the wandering mind of Susan back to the ensorcelling aura of Caroline's awesome ass. "Listen up..."