Their home and bedroom

"Completely legitimate," George assured them, already salivating at the thought of what was to come. "Shall we proceed to your residence? The inspection is more accurate in familiar environments."

Thirty minutes later, George found himself in the couple's modest apartment, admiring the tasteful decor while formulating his next move. Emma had excused herself to the bathroom, while Jason anxiously paced the living room.

"So, how exactly does this work?" Jason asked.

George set his fake inspection kit on the coffee table. "The assessment begins with a series of baseline questions, followed by physical response tests." He pulled out a folder. "I'll need you to fill out this preliminary questionnaire while I begin the first phase with Emma."

Jason took the folder, flipping through the papers filled with nonsensical psychological jargon. "This seems pretty thorough."

"The bureau doesn't cut corners," George replied solemnly. "Once you complete that, I'll need to examine Emma in private. The presence of a partner can skew the results."

"Private examination?" Jason's brow furrowed. "What does that entail exactly?"

George was prepared for this question. "It involves measuring physiological responses to various verbal and visual stimuli. Heart rate, pupil dilation, skin conductivity—all indicators of attraction patterns." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Many subjects find the process somewhat embarrassing, which is why privacy is essential for accurate results."

Jason still looked uncertain, but George's power worked its magic. "I guess if it's standard procedure..."

Emma returned from the bathroom, having freshened up. She'd applied a light coat of lipstick and fixed her hair—a detail that didn't escape George's lecherous notice.

"Let's get this over with," she said, forcing a smile.

George nodded. "I'll need to use your bedroom for the first phase of testing. Jason, please complete these forms while we proceed. The more detailed your answers, the more accurate our assessment."

Jason reluctantly agreed, sitting down with the meaningless paperwork while George led Emma toward the bedroom. He could feel her tension as she walked beside him, and it only heightened his anticipation.

"Is this really necessary?" Emma whispered once they were out of Jason's earshot.

"Absolutely," George affirmed. "The bureau has developed these protocols based on years of research. The process is uncomfortable for some, but the data doesn't lie."

Inside the bedroom, George closed the door and set his fake examination case on the dresser. Emma stood awkwardly by the bed, arms crossed protectively over her chest.

"Please sit," he instructed, pointing to the edge of the bed. As she complied, he pulled out what appeared to be a medical device but was actually a modified blood pressure monitor he'd purchased at a thrift store.

"First, I need to establish your baseline responses," George explained, strapping the device to her arm. "This measures micro-fluctuations in blood pressure that indicate attraction triggers."

Emma winced as he tightened the cuff unnecessarily tight. "That's a bit uncomfortable."

"The discomfort is temporary," George replied, his eyes lingering on the neckline of her sundress. "Now, I need to ask you some preliminary questions. Please answer honestly—the equipment will detect deception."

Emma nodded, believing the ridiculous claim.

"Have you ever fantasized about someone other than Jason during your relationship?" George began, pretending to take notes.

Emma hesitated. "I... I guess everyone has passing thoughts sometimes."

"Please be specific," George pressed. "The nature of these fantasies is crucial to the assessment."

Emma shifted uncomfortably. "Just... you know, celebrities mostly. Nothing serious."

"I see." George scribbled meaningless notes. "And have you ever flirted with other men since beginning your relationship with Jason?"

"No," Emma answered quickly—too quickly.

George raised an eyebrow. "The readings indicate elevated stress patterns. Remember, this is a scientific process. Honesty is essential."

Emma sighed. "Maybe... mild flirting. At work sometimes. But I'd never act on it."

"Interesting." George moved closer, invading her personal space under the guise of adjusting the device. His sweaty odor was noticeable in the closed room. "The next phase requires more... intimate assessment."

Emma stiffened. "What do you mean by intimate?"

"Sexual response testing is the most accurate predictor of infidelity tendencies," George stated matter-of-factly. "The bureau's research indicates that unfaithful individuals display distinct patterns of arousal when exposed to potential partners."

"You want to... test my sexual responses?" Emma's voice rose slightly. "That can't be legal."

George maintained his professional facade. "It's completely within protocol. The bureau operates under special state provisions for relationship intervention services." He pulled out a tablet displaying fake research graphs. "These are the comparative data points from our studies. As you can see, the correlation is undeniable."

Emma stared at the meaningless charts, her expression troubled but increasingly accepting as George's power worked on her mind.

"Jason agreed to the full assessment," George added, knowing the lie would further pressure her. "He specifically requested comprehensive testing. Are you refusing to participate?"

"No, I just..." Emma struggled with her reservations as George's power continued to erode them. "I want to prove I'm faithful."

"Excellent." George smiled, barely containing his excitement. "For accurate readings, I'll need you to remove your dress. The sensors must be placed on specific points."

Emma looked toward the door, hesitating. "Jason is right outside..."

"The door is closed, and he understands the nature of the inspection," George reassured her. "Professional discretion is paramount in our work."

With trembling fingers, Emma reached for the straps of her sundress. "This feels wrong."

"Many subjects experience initial discomfort," George said dismissively. "It's a normal response to the evaluation process."

Slowly, Emma slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, revealing a lacy white bra underneath. George watched hungrily as she stood and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her in her matching underwear.

"The undergarments will interfere with the readings," George instructed, his voice slightly hoarse with desire. "They must be removed as well."

"All of them?" Emma asked incredulously.

George nodded solemnly. "The bureau's protocols are non-negotiable. Accurate data requires direct sensor contact."

Emma reached behind her back, unclasping her bra with ****. George's eyes devoured the sight of her firm breasts as they came into view, his cock already hardening in his pants. When she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, he had to stifle a groan of appreciation.

"Excellent," he managed, his clinical tone belied by the lust in his eyes. "Please lie on the bed for the attachment of sensors."

Emma complied, covering her breasts with one arm while her other hand tried to maintain some modesty over her pubic area. George opened his case, removing several adhesive pads connected to wires—props he'd created to enhance his charade.

"Arms at your sides, please," he instructed. "Any tension in the muscles will affect the readings."

Reluctantly, Emma moved her arms, fully exposing herself to his leering gaze. George pretended to carefully place the fake sensors on various points of her body—her neck, collarbone, between her breasts, and on her lower abdomen. With each placement, his sweaty fingers lingered longer than necessary on her smooth skin.

"Now," George said, pulling out what appeared to be a specialized wand but was actually a modified back massager, "this device measures stimulation responses. It will help determine your susceptibility to extramarital attraction."

Emma's eyes widened as she looked at the phallic-shaped instrument. "That doesn't look like medical equipment."

"It's the bureau's proprietary technology," George explained smoothly. "The shape is ergonomically designed for accurate readings."

Before she could protest further, George turned on the device, which hummed to life. "I'll be testing various erogenous zones to establish your response profile."

He brought the vibrating wand to Emma's neck, moving it slowly across her collarbone. Despite her discomfort with the situation, her body responded instinctively to the stimulation, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

"The initial readings show standard response patterns," George commented, moving the device lower to circle around her breasts. "Now I need to assess more sensitivity areas."

Emma gasped as the vibrating head brushed against her nipple. "Is this really necessary?"

"Absolutely critical," George affirmed, watching her nipple harden under the stimulation. "Sexual response patterns are the primary indicators of infidelity potential."

He continued to run the vibrator across her breasts, circling each nipple methodically while pretending to check the nonexistent readings on his equipment. Emma's breathing quickened despite her obvious discomfort with the situation.

"Your nipple sensitivity is above average," George observed, his free hand adjusting his growing erection discreetly. "This could indicate heightened response to alternative partners. We need to continue with lower zone testing."

Emma tensed as George moved the vibrator down her stomach. "Lower zone?"

"Genital response is the most conclusive indicator," George stated, as if reciting from a medical textbook. "Without this data, the inspection would be incomplete and inconclusive. Jason would receive no definitive answer about your fidelity potential."

Emma closed her eyes, clearly embarrassed but compelled by George's power to believe in the legitimacy of the procedure. "Just... be quick about it."

George smiled wickedly. "The procedure takes precisely as long as needed for accurate assessment. Please spread your legs for proper access."

With **** ****, Emma parted her thighs, exposing her most intimate area to George's greedy eyes. He licked his lips at the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and pink labia.

"I'll begin with external stimulation to establish baseline arousal markers," he announced, bringing the vibrator to her inner thigh.

Emma flinched at the contact but remained still as George slowly moved the device upward, approaching her vulva with deliberate slowness. When the vibrating head finally made contact with her outer labia, she inhaled sharply.

"This is standard procedure," George reminded her, watching her face flush with unwanted arousal. "The body's response is involuntary and precisely what we're measuring."

He moved the vibrator in small circles around her labia, occasionally brushing against her clitoris. Despite her mental resistance, Emma's body responded to the stimulation, her breathing becoming more labored and a slight moisture beginning to gather between her legs.

"Interesting," George commented, his voice thick with lust. "Your arousal response is quite pronounced even in this clinical setting. This could indicate elevated susceptibility."

"That's just a normal physical reaction," Emma protested weakly, her hips beginning to move subtly against the vibrator. "It doesn't mean anything."

"The bureau's research indicates otherwise," George countered, increasing the vibrator's intensity as he focused it more directly on her clitoris. "Heightened response during inspection correlates with infidelity tendencies."

Emma bit her lip to suppress a moan as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her unwilling body. "This doesn't seem right..."

"For thorough assessment, I'll need to check internal responses as well," George announced, turning off the vibrator momentarily. "Internal examination is crucial for complete data collection."

Emma's eyes flew open. "Internal? You can't be serious!"

George maintained his professional demeanor despite the straining erection in his pants. "The most accurate measurements come from internal monitoring. Without it, I can't provide Jason with definitive results."

He reached into his case and produced a lubricated probe—actually a sex toy he'd brought specifically for this purpose. "This measures vaginal response patterns, including micro-contractions that indicate potential infidelity."

Emma looked horrified. "No way. That's going too far. I want to speak to Jason."

"Refusal to complete the assessment will be noted in my report," George warned, his voice stern. "Subjects who resist comprehensive testing typically show the highest rates of eventual infidelity. Is that the conclusion you want delivered to your partner?"

Emma hesitated, torn between her natural revulsion and the manipulated belief that this was somehow legitimate. "Can't you just... use your fingers or something less invasive?"

George pretended to consider this. "Manual assessment is an acceptable alternative, though slightly less precise." He set aside the probe and pulled a pair of latex gloves from his case, snapping them on dramatically. "I'll need to insert two fingers for accurate readings."

Before Emma could respond, the bedroom door opened, and Jason appeared, looking concerned. "Everything okay in here? I heard raised voices."