They’re going home.

Some dark part of Tom, the same part that had been whispering to him as he listened to them fooling around, wanted him to ponder maybe just...giving her to Jake to use, just for a day or so. How fucking hot would that be?

But pride and determination helped him cast that idea away...at least for now. “We’re going home,” he told her, with enough authority in his voice to make clear there was not room for argument on that matter.

Nodding her head with a blank smile on her face, Sarah had no complaints with that. After a few quick goodbyes to some of the other people there, they were in the car together, heading home. The time limit he’d set on the mental change was starting to tick closer and closer. They were nearly home when something about how Sarah held herself, something in her eyes, changed, and he knew the original her was back. For a few seconds, she was quiet, just staring ahead as they turned the corner to the street they lived on. “Tom...” she said, as though she wasn’t sure what to say. “I...”

Happy that she wasn’t planning on trying to hide what happened from him, Tom finished the thought for her. “...sucked off Jake, I know.” His words were clipped, his tone of voice colored by anger...and some pretty clear lust too. That was all either of them said, as they pulled in and went into their home. Once inside, he saw that Sarah didn’t want to meet his eyes. “So?” he asked her, trying not to sound hurt. “How did you like the bimbo change?” He was actually curious to know.

After taking a breath to steady herself, Sarah ran a hand through her hair and tried to explain it. “It was...freeing. I got to take a break from thinking so hard about everything, I just went with the flow, did whatever I felt like. I was happy.” There was something longing in her words, but when she continued describing it, frustration joined the mix. “But that also made me really easy to manipulate. Tom, believe me, I would never have done that with Jake normally. But when I was like that...it was like being lost in a fog. Anyone who offered to help me basically decided where I was going.”

“I don’t blame you,” he told her, which was the truth. If anything, he blamed himself. Giving her a bimbo mind, then taking her to that party? It was clearly a recipe for trouble. Still, he had to ask. “Did...did you like it? Did you like sucking his cock?” Her answer would mean...a lot.