Something... normal. John is disappointed.

Eve heard her voice over the headset as John settled into sleep. Oh. This was just a running stream of what she had yelled earlier while she was masturbating alone. At this point it almost seemed... pedestrian.

"I want to feel his cock in my pussy. More than anything in the world. I need to know what it would feel like to cum on his dick. I've not been able to cum since I've had this job, but I've been on the edge of it for over a month now, I swear. It's driving me mad. I gush at the sight of his cock, and I never stop fingering myself nowadays when I'm giving him pleasure. I'm no longer just cleaning my throat, I'm imagining that cock pumping in and out of my pussy instead. All I want is to feel it slide in and fill me up. It's almost like I can feel it nooooOOOAAAGH. No. I can't cum. Fuck."

As John settled off to sleep, something kept him concerned. This plan had made a lot more sense when he had set up the recording earlier today. Eve had progressed... so far, so fast. He pulled off a headphone and asked "how do you feel about listening to this all night?"

"I feel like my wants were so simple here. I just wanted to cum? How about debasing myself for the sake of getting a few more drops of yours, instead? I'm so much more than I was even earlier today."

John frowned. He put her headphones back on and settled into uncomfortable sleep. Something was very wrong about this. She was already so thirsty, what more was there to even do? She seemed... boring, somehow, as she gently sucked his cock to send him off to sleep.

This was no good.

He realized he missed the look in her eyes as he came down her throat the first time and she called him disgusting... then the look in her eyes as she was **** to swallow his dick again immediately. He would need to find some way to... reset her?

Maybe he could even go further.

He decided that, in the morning, he would find a way to truly begin fucking with her head.