There's no escape

As he was going back into the cafe, Analivia knew this was her chance. She should get up and run. Even in stilettoes she should be round the corner and away in seconds. She would have no trouble in losing him. She figured she could be two blocks away before he even noticed. Surely she could find someone and get them to call a cop. Yes. That was what she should do.

So why wasnt she doing it? Because he had said not to go anywhere! She tried but found she couldn't get out of her seat. Fuck! What kind of hypnotism was this? He knew that she couldn't run - that was why he didnt care about leaving her unattended. Her mind reeled. If he could tell her to do that then he could tell her to do anything. Shit! She willed herself to get out of the seat and leave, but it was impossible. Her legs didn't respond. Oh she could tap her toes and cross her legs, maybe even stand, but she just couldnt leave. She could no more run away from here than she could step off a cliff. She was stunned.

She was still trembling with exertion when he came back. He looked at her as if he understood what she had been trying to do. "Yeah - there's that. You have to do anything I say. You cant hurt me either, or yourself". he added, "unless I tell you to I suppose".

Analivia looked incredulously at him.

"I know, ridiculous right?" he actually laughed, "Ok, get up just now, get a tit out and stick it in my ear, then sing your favourite song to me".

Olivia looked aghast as she got up and her legs took her round the table as if with a mind of her own, whereupon, she undid the top of her dress, exposing her breasts and bent forward, pushing a nipple into his ear as he had asked. As she stood there, stunned at what she was doing, at what he had told her to do and she had just done, she realised she had started to make noises and sing, quietly at first then buliding in volume.

He reached up, almost absently, without a word and pushed his hand up under her dress betwen her legs and slid a pair of fingers inside her then started masturbating her as she stood there pressing her soft left breast into his ear.

"Not bad! A classic - Stevie Wonder fan! I like it", he said, recognising the song. Despite herself, Olivia felt herself getting wet. What was happening to her? Her plan now was in shreds and all she could focus on was the building pleasure between her legs and trying to remember the lyrics for the next line. How was she going to get out of this? Surely someone would rescue her from this she thought as she mushed her breast into the side of his head and his fingers continued to explore her hot wet vagina.