Mind controlled Janice Pt. 137

Two of them brought Janice it to the room she was limp in their grasp, they laid her gently on the bed. Janice was naked except for a pair of black knickers. Mind control had turned her into my sex doll for the day.

I had lusted after Janice from the day she had started working at the college and here she was mine to use or abuse for the whole day, a gift from Wayne who controlled her.

I knelt beside her on the bed and slid her black knickers down leaving her naked.

Her thick, creamy thighs parted languidly as she lay back on the plush, cloud soft bed, her arms relaxing onto the surface as glassy eyes gazed up at the plain white ceiling. The bed itself was large and square, more than enough ample space for the short and soft female splayed on her back and me the tall black male that towered over her form, now standing at the base of the wide bed.

I didn’t meet her eyes, and she didn’t meet mine, instead my own gaze trailed down the expanse of her throat, over the full breasts cresting her chest, each of which tipped with puckered skin around stiff, pink nipples. Her full hips splayed out, accentuating the hourglass shape of her body and the pale skin of her round tummy dipped down into the low “V” shape between her thighs. My eyes travelled into the valley of her naked thighs and my fingers worked to open the buckle of my belt, pulling my zipper down with a satisfied grunt, I quickly stripped naked.

I was in a hurry to have her for the first time, I laid on top of Janice and spreading her thighs wider with a nudge of my knee, kicking them apart, before taking up the space between them; thick, semi hard length gripped in one hand as I moved.

I bent her legs at the knees and pushed them up towards her chest, contorting her body and causing her belly to crease across the middle, the soft round edges framing her sex.