The next step

Barbara shook her head. "Thank you so very much. I don't want to intrude. And I need to get to the church."

Liz took control. She could sense Barbara's indecision.

"Don's be silly. You're not intruding," Liz slid her arm around Barbara and guided Barbara. "I'm sure the church wouldn't mind us borrowing you for a bit."

Liz steered Barbara into the coffee shop. Chris and Charlene sheepishly trailed behind them.

They placed their orders and Liz chatted amiably. The barista handed them their coffees.

They took a small table in the back, far from the window and away from the bright section of the shop. All their knees touched each others, just as Liz planned.

At first, Barbara flinched. But soon the muscle strain of keeping personal distance proved too much and Barbara rested her leg against Liz's warmth and Charlene's softness.

Barbara started getting anxious.

Liz nodded and Charlene distracted Barbara by adjusting her bra. Liz slipped in the same hypnotic **** that was used on her husband.

Realizing that she was staring at Charlene too long, Barbara looked own and sipped her coffee. Barbara began to relax. They chatted some more.

Liz waited and could tell the **** was talking affect.

"So Barbara we've been hogging the conversation. Tell us about yourself," Liz commanded.

Barbara prattled on about her life and her charity work. She was sharing more than she normally would find acceptable.

The next step, Liz knew, was language. Changing Barbara's attitude toward words was key. The power that words have over people has been reported. Merely by saying them breaks their hold.

Liz started, "I couldn't help but noticing you looking at Charlene's tits."

"That's such a nasty word. A lady would never say such a thing," Barbara said reverting back to her old self.

Liz had to snap her out of retreating to old habits.

"Are you saying we're not ladies?" Liz said angrily.

"No, of course not," Barbara said.

On cue, Charlene said, "I'm proud of my tits, aren't you?"

"Of, of course, I am," stuttered Barbara.

"Aren't my tits as nice as Charlene's," Chris chimed in.

"I didn't mean. Of course they are," Barbara stammered.

"You should compliment Chris on her tits," Liz commanded.

"You have very nice tits," Barbara blurted out. She looked around as if waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike her or a slap from her mother. When nothing happened, she grinned.

"Let's try a few more," Liz prompted. "Say 'jugs," "titties," "knockers," "boobs," "hooters."

Chris and Charlene repeated the words and Barbara blushed.

"Come on, don't be scared," Liz challenged.

Barbara , not one to back down from a dare, said, "Jugs. Titties. Knockers, Boobs. Hooters!" She giggled as if a heavy weight had been lifted.

Liz leaned and and struck while the iron was hot. "Say repeat after me, pussy, cunt, twat, slit, gash, snatch."

Barbara was familiar with this terms and what they referred to. She took a deep breath and expelled all the words out with one breath.

Charlene and Chris beamed with joy which encouraged Barbara even more.

Liz added, "Ass, butt, cheeks, asshole!"

Barbara repeated dutifully. She looked at Charlene and Chris who smiled widely.

Liz then said, "Cock, dick, pecker, prick, rod, schlong."

Barbara parroted her.

"Fuck, suck, bang, blow job, laid, eat pussy, cocksucker."

Barbara savored each word as it came out of her mouth. Chris and Charlene eyes and smiles displayed such pride in the new friend.

The rest of the conversation was interspersed with these terms until Barbara was using them in every sentence and she wasn't even aware of it anymore.

"I haven't had any cock in weeks. My pussy need a good fucking. Just seeing my tits and he cums," Barbara revealed.

Liz knew it was time to let her loose on the world.

"Well, I've got to get to work, dears," and just like that Barbara was alone at the coffee house table.

"Well, fuck, where did those bitches go?" Barbara wondered.

She made her way to the church for her afternoon shift. A couple of times she slipped and said fuck or bitch but she caught herself and said it low. She missed the freedom she enjoyed just a little while ago.

That night she couldn't wait to talk freely at home.

She approached Adam after dinner. "I need you to fuck me hard tonight."

"Barbara, please. Language!" he sputtered. He was used to Charlene talking like that not his wife.

"I need your hard cock in my wet pussy!" Barbara whispered as she watched the bulge in his pants pop out.

"Look at these tits. Don't you want to suck them?" she said.

Without even touching him, Adam came.

Barbara, still horny was pleased that mere words had that effect on him. She talked dirty to him the rest of the night until he passed out from exhaustion.

She had to admit that saying those words even turned her on. She finally fell sleep and those words were welcomed in her dreams. Her pussy got wet but was still unattended.

For ****, Barbara waited until Adam was fully dressed the next morning.

"I'm your own personal cocksucker," she said and Adam came in his pants.

Annoyed, he changed his pants. As he stood by the door, she said, "How about a titty fuck tonight?"

He came again. He rushed out the door knowing she'd do it again and again.

Liz, Chris, and Charlene wore clothes that exposed more skin today. They laid in wait for Barbara.

And they saw Barbara meandering her way down the street.

From the way she was walking, Liz could tell Barbara's pussy was very responsive to touch now.

"Time to teach her to masturbate, girls!" Liz said.

Barbara smiled when she saw her three new friends and said, "How the fuck are you?"

The three woman walked toward Barbara. Each hugged her and made sure they accidentally rubbed her crotch. Barbara didn't flinch.

Liz patted the dildo in her purse.