She stroked my hair above my right ear. "You don't have to worry about it, Donny. You don't have to think about it. You don't have to think about anything at all. Just keep staring at my tits ... and at the crystal. That's what you do with Loretta, isn't it?"
I couldn't help but stammer. "I ... uh ... yes."
"And you go to sleep for her."
It hadn't been a question, but I thought it demanded an answer. "Yes."
"And now, you're going to go to sleep for me. Oh, Donny, you're such a good boy. The more you do for me ... the more you obey me ... the more I love it. The more I love you, Donny. Now ... I'm sure that you remember the feeling that comes over you when Loretta hypnotizes you. Please try, Donny. Relax and try to get that feeling now, with me. Can you just let go and do that for me?" She waited. I could feel her gaze on me, but I didn't return it. I was staring at the dark tops of her breasts, held up for me by that stark white brassiere, the crystal sunken slightly between them. With the word "relax," I had allowed my shoulders to slump forward, and I suddenly felt like I did sometimes while watching a late-night movie whose action had ebbed. My eyes lost focus on the crystal, and gradually, the image split and the two breasts became four. My head sank forward, and I had to exert a concentrated effort not to let it fall.
"Wow, Donny," Evelyn cooed. "This is happening so fast! You're really sinking down, aren't you? No ... don't answer me, just let it happen. Just follow my voice, like you do with Loretta, and let yourself sink now. Down and down, Donny. Down and down and down you go."
I felt the palm of her hand on the back of my head, and something was pushing my chin to the side. I was about to protest because I could no longer see those breasts, but suddenly, the side of my face was against them, and what was left of my mind just seemed to go away. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever experienced. The only impediment to perfection was the tight cotton of the bra on the side of my chin; but oh, those breasts were magnificent! Soft and pliant and pillowy. Evelyn's voice echoed in my brain, sound coming in my right ear normally, but it was as if I was hearing underwater through my left. For some reason, I found her voice infinitely comforting, yet vague and unintelligible; and I knew it had meaning, but I didn't care enough to listen to specifics. I was in the womb again; her big, soft arms wrapped around me comfortably; and I was drifting in a world in which she had taken possession of all of my life's cares and responsibilities.
"Come on, Donny! Wake up! Wake up!" she urged, laughing.
I pulled away from her and sat up, blinking. "Your breasts are wet," I told her dumbly.
She laughed gaily. "You drooled on me, you oaf! And now, it's dripping between my boobs and tickling." Shocked, I wiped my lips with my hand, but she didn't give me a chance to apologize. "Why don't you go on down to the lab, Donny? I've got things under control here." She had retrieved her blouse and was putting it on. "Go on, now. Off with you! Everybody's getting back from lunch, and I've got to get back to my desk."
I turned and blinked at the clock on the wall. Somehow, I'd lost an hour. I stood, and she came to me ... close. "Evelyn, I ..."
She kissed me quickly. "Thank you again for the necklace, Donny. Now, you and my mother have something in common. You're the only two people who have ever given me jewelry." She reached up and rubbed my lower lip with a finger. It came away with a smudge of lipstick on its tip. "Come back to me at five, Donny. And ... call Mindy and tell her you won't be home 'til seven tonight." Then, for some reason, she giggled before walking around me to the door and out of the room.
I checked my tie and put my coat back on, wondering idly when I'd taken it off. At Evelyn's desk I paused and said "I'm going to the lab now, Miss Connors. I'll be back at five."
And she put her hand to her mouth, trying hard to suppress a laugh but not quite succeeding. "Yes, Mr. Rockland," she said, smiling. "I'll see you then."
I worked with our other three techies for the rest of the day, but was surprised to find myself always cognizant of the time. I had sometimes worked until midnight without realizing I'd been alone in the lab for hours. As five o'clock approached, I bid everyone goodnight ... which seemed to greatly relieve them all ... and I made my way back to the head office. Back to Evelyn.
When she saw me coming, she smiled and stood, straightening the files on her desk, locking one drawer; then she turned, entered my office and waited for me to follow. When I'd done so, she slowly but firmly shut and locked the door and turned to me, taking me in her arms with what appeared to be some trepidation. She was shaking slightly.
"What's wrong, Evelyn?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm not normally this way, Donny," she said softly, hugging me. "I don't think I'd classify myself as weak ... but I'm not normally very strong either. Does that make sense?"
I pushed against her, trying to see into her eyes. I blushed because my right hand was so close to her breast, and I purposefully shifted it to her shoulder, instead. "What is it, Evelyn? What's wrong? I'll do anything for you."
She smiled at me, let go and moved back a step. She began unbuttoning her blouse. "I hope you'll help me, Donny."
"Yes, of course," I stammered. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to be patient and tolerant. You think I'm strong and in control." She toed off her shoes and flicked them aside with her feet as she finished shedding the blouse and started on the catch of the waistband of her skirt. "But I'm not, Donny. I'm shy and insecure. I'm trying to be strong, because you need me to be. I'm trying to be commanding because that's what you want. But ... I'm struggling with all of this. I ... I'm not pretty. I'm not desirable. I'm not sexy. I never have been." She reached behind her with both hands and unsnapped the bra, then shucked it off and threw it in the direction of the blouse and skirt.
She stood before me, shaking, and her arms came up and crossed in front of her breasts, hiding them for a moment, before her hands formed fists and she seemed to physically force them back to her sides. She was nothing at all like Mindy. Her breasts sagged more than slightly, so that they took up the entirety of her chest, and with every movement she made, with every breath she took, they shivered and quaked like a square of gelatin on a dessert plate. As dark as her breasts were, the areolas were darker still, and the nipples were broad and thick and erect, like two fingertips pointing at me. She took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties and bent over, pulling the garment to her ankles, then she stood resolutely upright again. Tears were on her cheeks. "Oh, Donny. I want you so much ... but look at me! How could you ever want a girl like me after you've had ..."
She staggered back a step toward the couch when I seized her in my arms. She was shoeless now while I was not, and we were closer to the same height. Well ... sort of. Her breasts mashed against my chest like two huge, slightly under-inflated water balloons. I've never felt anything like them my life. I worked my arms around her more, pulling her closer, and I strained up at her to get my lips onto hers. She issued a sound that was somewhere between a sob and an erotic moan, and she crushed me in her arms, turning me slightly to kiss me more fully. She put a hand on my butt and pulled me even closer, so that my erection was extremely evident to both of us. When we finally parted, she pushed me away a little and began unbuttoning my shirt.
And she said: "If you want me, Donny, you need to do as I say. Okay?"
"Anything," I assured her, panting.
I tried to help undressing myself, but our hands got tangled up, and she firmly patted them away with an erotic, stern, authoritative, placating smile. After the unbuttoning process was complete, she dropped to her knees and removed my shoes and socks, ordering me to raise a foot when she was ready. Then, she stood and started in on the clothes again. She folded each item and laid it on my desk, including my underwear, careful not to touch my swaying cock, which was pointing upward at about a forty-five-degree angle. With my briefs deposited in their assigned spot, she returned to me, finally grasped my penis and used it as a handle to pull me to the couch like a tethered sheep. We plopped down on it together, just as we'd been earlier, only now we were both naked.
She leaned toward me, my eyes glued to her massive, jiggling tits. "Relax for me, Donny," she ordered, emphasizing and stretching out the word. My entire body seemed to slump, including my eyelids.
"Evelyn!" I wailed in a pointed exclamation that was barely a whisper. "I ... I don't want to fall asleep now!"
"You have no choice, baby," she cooed melodically. "Now, obey me. Relax. Sleep." Again, the words were accentuated and elongated into sounds that seemed to wrap themselves around my brain and assaulted it the way a cloud attacks a mountain. She reached up and put a hand behind my head like she'd done earlier that day; and then she leaned back, pulling my face to my favorite twin pillow. Oh, this was much better, though. Her flesh seemed to welcome my face, and I sank into her as my mind spun away. "Down you go, Donny. Down and down and down." And then almost immediately, she ordered: "Wake up, Donny!" I sat up and tried to stretch my eyes open. Good Lord, I'd been deep. "I need you, lover," she said. "Please. I need you so much!"
