You call the real estate agent and tell her that you want to meet her at the waffle house on highway 31. As expected, she agrees and tells you she'll be there in 30 minutes. An hour later, you pull up, and she is fuming. "I thought you meant right away!" she exclaimed. "How are you going to tell me something and then show up when you get ready?"
"Shut up, already," you say. She goes to say something else, but is unable. "I wish she would apologize to me and offer to suck my dick in the middle of the parking lot," you think to yourself.
Looking down at the ground, she says, "Steve, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off on you like that. Would you like me to suck your dick in the middle of the parking lot?" she asks as she starts to unzip your pants.
"No, that's quite all right," you say, realizing more and more the control you have over people.
Going into the Waffle House, you and her sit down and start talking. "You look amazing," she says. "I must know your weight loss plan, because I know how fat you were this morning," she says jokingly.
"You don't need to lose any weight. You're perfect the way you are," you say. "In fact, I was thinking that you needed to put on a little weight."
"You're right," she says, flagging the waitress over. "I'd like 10 waffles and 6 pieces of bacon."
"And for you, sir?" the waitress asks. "Just a cup of coffee," you say.
You sit there staring at her chest for a minute, thinking about how well your cock would fit between her tits. Taking in her beautiful straight brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and lovely smile, you think that you want her to kiss you. Leaning over, she places a kiss on your lips, and you return the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through her hair. She doesn't object as you slide your hand down her back and squeeze her ass gently.
Breaking the kiss, you think, "I wish the waitress would insist on paying for my meal because I'm hot."
"Sir, because I think you're hot, I insist upon paying for your meal," she says to you.
"Thank you," you say. "Now, may I have the pleasure of your name?"
"Michelle," she states plainly.
As Michelle walks away, you look at her ass. "I'd like to tap that," you think to yourself, forgetting about your powers for a minute. She turns around and motions you to follow her into the bathroom.
"Wait patiently here," you tell Angie. |