He woke tangled in Marie's arms, with a slight kink in his back, just as the redhead brushed her lips over his. "Thank you, Mark," she said softly, her voice full of affection. "I love you."
"I love you too, Marie," he said, pulling her into his arms. "What time is it?" Turning his head, he realised she'd stopped the recording at some point -- and that it was just past half four. He had less than fifteen minutes if he wanted to catch Zania at the cafe -- it closed at five -- and meet with Julie.
"Well, shit. I need to head out soon." Not that he really wanted to move from having her nubile body wrapped against him, but...
"Join me in a quick shower, then I shall send you over to Mel and Stacey -- remind them that all three of you are expected over for dinner, and I'll collect you all when I return? I'll grab Amy and Moni on my way home to join us."
Marie made a moue of disappointment, hugging him close, pressing her breasts against his chest in a most intriguing fashion. "I suppose, Mark..." she blinked her eyes in such an innocent fashion. "Will you spank me in the shower? I've been a bad kitten, after all. Letting you film me and call me all those dirty names..." He could see the arousal in her eyes, hear it in her tone, and chuckled.
"Don't tempt me, I need to be quick: I only have five minutes or so." And indeed it was fast. With hot water pouring over them both, washing each other's backs, it was a deeply arousing shower, but with minimal hanky panky -- he only got spank her a few times as they quickly dried off.
The swats against her butt hurt, but felt nice at the same time: much like the choking, the butterflies in her body enjoyed it but there was a note of confusion. She made a note to herself as it came to an end to discuss it with her sisters while Mark was away. Her ass stung but her pussy was also kinda hungry again...
Even as Mark dressed himself, Marie refused to. "I'm just going across the hall," she pointed out. "The only ones who'll see my naked, cum filled body are my sisters. Maybe some of the neighbours get a show, but it's not like we're going to be here more than a few more weeks?" After all, with the kind of money they had and the urgency to hide, they certainly intended to move quickly!
Mark could hear the suggestion in her tone, but resisted the temptation just to follow her there and fuck all three of them. He did, however, pull her into another hot kiss. "Behave yourself, my love. At least put on shoes?"
So it was when he passed her to his other lovers in a rush, all Marie was wearing was a pair of shoes, which she looked at rather critically. "I have a set of red heels at home that would work much better. I'll collect more things tomorrow with Mel and the others while you're at work." She was quite firm about this, and Mark did not demur: all three of them were immune to any videos he didn't give them, their triggers removed for all but Mark. Surely they'd have no trouble in broad daylight! Still, he'd recommend they go there armed: he knew Melissa had a taser.
Dropping her of with Mel and Stacey, who were pleased to see him and understanding of his need to go, he received kisses from both of them. "You are having both of them come here, master, to be deprogrammed? We can see them both?"" Stacey asked with a thoughtful air: Mark nodded.
"That's the plan. Why don't you two catch Marie up on the house hunt, and I'll see you all again in an hour or so? Going to grab more supplies on the way home." With that, he was off.
Swinging by the cafe at barely ten to five, he was pleased to recognize Zania as the young woman clearing a table as he entered: she was even more ravishing in person, he had to admit.
Looking at her now, she was slightly shorter than he was, perhaps by an inch: with that slender, athletic form, a tight firm ass revealed as she bent over to pick up a tray, she had that girl next door sexiness, emphasized by the confidence that still shone through the tiredness of a long day on her feet. With a cascade of mildly curly, midnight black hair tied back in a loose braid, his mind flashed to the pictures he'd seen -- her perky, firm tits, that aquiline face centred on dark, smokey eyes filled with lust... he guessed the Arabic woman was in her early twenties, probably working to pay for college. She smiled tiredly as he approached -- the cafe was nearly empty, just a few last customers remaining as they started to close.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a professional tone. "We're closing in about fifteen minutes, but I can get you a coffee if you don't mind being quick?" Mark could really see Jeff's attraction, and just smiled in return, leaning in to speak softly.
"This won't take long. I'm here because erotic toys reassigns you." Her eyes went blank, and before she could speak, he gave her the same instructions he'd given Fiona, to come to his address at seven, then returned her to normal.
There was something in her gaze as she awoke from the brief trance: a hint of lust, perhaps, left over from the conditioning. An appraisal that skimmed over his face and form. "I quite understand. I'll see you later, then!" She sounded almost eager -- as he left the cafe, he wondered just exactly how the programming had manifested in her mind.
Zania's mind was filled with plans: that gorgeous man had invited her on a date! He made her feel extra slutty -- she'd beg him to fuck her if he didn't really screw things up. Humming to herself as she returned to work -- she hadn't been able to resist watching his ass as he left -- her mind started plotting what to wear, how best to impress: she couldn't wait for her shift to end.
Parking in the company lot just before closing time, he didn't have to wait long for Julie to emerge, trailing the pack. Evidently having spotted him, she waited for their coworkers to disperse before moving towards his vehicle, letting him enjoy the view as she approached.
