Finger her

Melissa complied reluctantly, her face flushed with humiliation as she parted her thighs. George knelt before her, his fat face level with her exposed pussy. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, his thumbs dangerously close to her most intimate area.

"I'll be measuring physical responses to direct stimulation," he explained, looking up at her from his kneeling position. "You must report all sensations honestly. Dishonesty is automatically flagged as infidelity probability."

Without waiting for a response, George pressed his thumb against Melissa's clit, making small circular motions. She gasped, her body jerking involuntarily.

"Remain still," he commanded. "What are you feeling?"

"This isn't right," Melissa whispered, but she didn't close her legs.

"That's not an answer," George said sternly. "What physical sensation are you experiencing? Pleasure? Disgust? Be specific."

"I... it feels... wrong," she managed, her breathing becoming uneven as George continued to rub her sensitive bud.

"Wrong how? Physically unpleasant? Or wrong because you're enjoying the touch of someone other than your partner?" George pressed, his other hand now sliding between her labia. "You're getting wet, Ms. Reyes. That's a significant infidelity indicator."

"No, I'm not," she denied, though George could feel the moisture gathering beneath his probing fingers.

"Denial is noted," George said, sliding one thick finger inside her. "But the physical evidence contradicts your statement."

Melissa whimpered as George's finger curled inside her, finding her sensitive spot while his thumb continued to work her clit. Against her will, her body responded to the stimulation, her inner walls clenching around his invading digit.

"The test requires progressive intensity," George announced, adding a second finger and increasing his pace. "I need to measure your orgasmic response to non-partner stimulation."

Daniel watched in confused horror from the couch, the supernatural influence preventing him from intervening but not from feeling the wrongness of the situation. "Is this really necessary?" he asked weakly.

"Absolutely critical," George assured him, his fingers now pumping vigorously into Melissa's increasingly wet pussy. "The orgasmic response pattern is the most reliable indicator in our database."

Melissa's legs trembled as George fingered her roughly, her body betraying her as pleasure built despite the humiliating circumstances. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her hips began to move subtly against George's hand.

"You're approaching climax," George observed, feeling her inner muscles tightening. "That's a severe infidelity red flag. Your body is fully receptive to outside sexual stimulation."

"No," Melissa protested weakly, even as her thighs began to quiver. "I don't want this."

"Your verbal denial conflicts with physical response," George said, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Such disconnection often indicates psychological infidelity barriers about to collapse."

Despite her resistance, Melissa's body responded to the relentless stimulation. With a choked cry, she came, her pussy clenching rhythmically around George's invading fingers as waves of unwanted pleasure washed over her.

George withdrew his glistening fingers, making a show of examining the wetness coating them. "Visual confirmation of orgasmic response," he announced clinically, though his erection strained painfully against his pants. "This is a significant concern, Mr. Westfield."

Daniel looked devastated. "She... she came from you touching her?"

"Physical response doesn't always indicate willingness," Melissa defended weakly, covering herself with her hands.

"Quite right," George agreed unexpectedly. "Which is why we must proceed to the next phase of testing—to determine whether the response was merely autonomic or indicative of true infidelity potential."

"What's the next phase?" Daniel asked, his voice hollow.

"Penetrative response measurement," George said matter-of-factly. "It's the only definitive test in cases with ambiguous preliminary results."

Melissa's eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

"Ms. Reyes, if you truly love Mr. Westfield and have no infidelity tendencies, this final test will confirm it conclusively," George said, beginning to remove his wrinkled suit jacket. "If you refuse, I'm required to mark you as 'High Risk' in the Bureau's database."

"There's a database?" Daniel asked.

"Of course," George lied smoothly. "Available to all future partners who request infidelity screening. Would you want Ms. Reyes permanently flagged as High Risk without completing the full assessment?"

Daniel looked conflicted. "No, but..."

"It's your decision, Ms. Reyes," George said, turning back to Melissa. "Complete the testing and remove all doubt, or stop now and live with the uncertainty—and the official High Risk designation."

Melissa looked between George and Daniel, tears forming in her eyes. "This can't be real," she whispered, but George's power continued its work, making the absurd seem plausible.

"I need a definitive answer," George pressed. "Will you complete the testing procedure?"

After a long moment, Melissa nodded almost imperceptibly. "If it's the only way to prove I'm faithful to Daniel... then yes."

George struggled to contain his triumphant smile. "Excellent. Please position yourself on the sofa, legs apart, for optimal measurement angles."