Show you in person how good she is at eating pussies

"You said before that you were very good at eating out pussies, and you love to do it." you say, sitting up straight in your seat, feeling confidence.

"I am" Emma shrugs off your point, as if it's no big deal for her to admit such a thing.

"I want to see for myself." You say.

"Is that it?" Emma asks. "Do you want me to call over the waitress again?"

You suppose being watched eating a girl out doesn't seem naughty to her at all. But you've got a few twists to add to your request. You grab her phone again, and pull up the album labeled 'Other Fannies' and hold it up to her. "one of these." you say.

And Emma's eyes bolt wide for a split second. You feel proud that you've thrown her a curveball. "Do you know who those belong to?"

"I have a guess." you say. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to suppose that the labels are initials, most likely of actresses she's known, worked with, spent time with. Why not, you think. If Emma Watson is a secret freak, why not everyone in Hollywood too?

"Those are some very famous twats. You think I can just cal them and tell them to come and spread?" Emma says tensely.

"I thought you could get people to do whatever you wanted, sexually." you spar back at her. "I'll even let you pick whichever one you want. Whatever pussy you think is most likely to jump to your command."

"I haven't even told you that I'll be your obedient little thing yet." Emma says, her eyes glancing through the pictures, her brain clearly focusing on her options. You have no doubt that this is going to happen.

You completely ignore her statement. "Go ahead." You say, egging on her undeniable excitement. "Take your pick."

This is how you're going to spend your evening. It's as if your reality has tipped well over the edge into complete erotic fantasy. It's unbelievable. And wonderful.

"Okay." Emma says. "I know which one I choose."