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From: RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM>

Subject: RC-"Lori's Adventures"1-5/20 REPOST

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DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included. Written 10/95 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part One of this series was written before I
thought about MAKING it a series. You will notice a change
of perspective in later chapters. FYI.

"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 1
"The Friday Club"

The four of us usually got together on Fridays. We would meet at one of the various bars downtown and have some fun. Dani was a tall, dark- haired girl, about 30, married. Pat was in her early thirties, blonde and considered very attractive, and divorced. Shelly was about 25, slender, cute, and had a few steady boyfriends. My name is Donna, I'm 34, a red-head, and my bust size is a bit too large for the rest of my body. I'm married also.

We got used to the guys in the bars making come-ons to us. I mean, four good-looking women together is an obvious target for these guys. And the fact that we were usually got into the booze pretty good made us even bigger targets.

You should see the look on the guy's faces when we say, thanks but no thanks, and give the girl next to us a quick peck on the cheek. The guy's faces get all red, they usually mumble something, and walk away shaking their heads.

Of course, none of really were lesbians, but it was a good way to keep the wolves at bay. And, after we'd had our fun, we'd go back home to our husbands, boyfriends, and so on, chuckling about our 'exploits'.

One Friday evening, we had to shoo away a group of guys who wanted us to dance. We did our little routine, and they left. About ten minutes later is when it all started.

We were sitting there giggling when a tall, slender woman came over to our table. We paused, and we all looked at her. She stood there, her eyes going to each of us in turn. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable under her gaze and lowered my eyes. I noticed the others did as well.

The woman spoke in a husky voice. "My name is Lori. May I join you?"

Before any of us could answer, she had pulled up a chair and sat down. We shifted nervously, glancing at each other, at her. She spoke again.

"I couldn't help noticing your reaction to the men who were just here. I think we may have something in common." She fell silent, her eyes sweeping over us again as our faces turned red. What could we say?

Pat saved us. Her face beet-red, she said, "We're not really like that. We just do that so the guys will go away. It's just an act." She paused, her face flaring.

The woman scanned us once more, then stood slowly. "Too bad", she said quietly. We stared after her as she left the bar.

No one said anything. What could we say? A real-life lesbian had tried coming on to us. Because of our little act. We just sat there, thinking about the tall woman, wondering...wondering...what?

It was Shelly who spoke first. "I wonder what it's like?", she whispered. Her eyes widened and her face turned beet red as she realized that she had said it out loud, and we were all looking at her. I'll bet we were all thinking the same thing, but none of us had the guts to admit it.

Dani stood up, looking at her watch. "I have to go", she announced. We all knew full well she had no reason to leave, and neither did we. But we all suddenly remembered somewhere else we had to be right then, and we all left. Still wondering.

I didn't say anything to my husband about the woman. I didn't quite know how to explain to him that I had been approached by a lesbian. And I also didn't know how to explain the strange feelings of curiosity I was now having. For the next week, I thought about the woman. And it made me nervous.

The following Friday found us all in the same bar. We found it hard to make small talk, there was none of the usual nonsense. And when a guy came to our table, we just point-blank ignored him. It's obvious now what we were all thinking, but again, no one dared say anything.

After a few hours of stilted conversation, Pat stood up. "I'm going home", she said. She paused a few moments, looking at us, her face slowly reddening. "Does anyone want to come with me?"

We stared at her. My face turned bright red, as did the others. As if in a dream, we all slowly stood, gathered our things, and followed Pat out the door. My heart was beating wildly. What was Pat up to? What was going to happen at her place? Why are there butterflys in my stomach?

None of us noticed a tall, slender woman get up from the bar and walk out just after us. We didn't notice a car following us to Pat's apartment.

We all gathered at Pat's a short time later. She made drinks, and we sat in her living room wondering what was going to happen next. My hands were shaking so bad I had to set my drink down. I was so nervous. What was I DOING here? The others looked just as nervous.

All four of us jumped when the door buzzer buzzed. Pat ran to it and pushed the speaker button. "Yes?" Her voice was shrill, high-pitched.

A low, throaty voice answered. "This is Lori. May I come in?"

Pat just stood there, frozen in place. My heart stopped. We all stared at Pat, wondering what she would do. Then, slowly, Pat's hand moved to the button and she buzzed the door open. A moment later, there was a knock on Pat's apartment door.

As if in a trance, Pat opened the door. Lori stood there, carrying a small bag. Realizing that Pat was in no condition to say anything, Lori walked in and closed the door. We all gazed at her, our minds racing. Oh, my God, I thought, I can't believe what's going on here. This woman is a LESBIAN and now she's in here with the rest of us. I glanced at Shelly and Dani, who were also staring at Lori with wide eyes.

Lori looked back at us, and smiled slowly. "For someone who was just acting, why are you here instead of at the bar? And why do you all look so nervous?" We couldn't answer. My mouth was dry.

Lori turned to Pat. "And your name is...?"

"Pat", she blurted out. She almost ran to her chair and sank into it.

Lori turned to me and fixed her eyes on me questioningly. "Um. Donna", I mumbled. Dani and Shelly were next to find Lori gazing at them.

Then there was silence for almost a minute. Lori just stood there smiling gently. When she spoke, we jumped again, and she chuckled as she asked, "If I could, I'd like to freshen up a bit. May I use the bathroom?" Wordlessly, Pat pointed down the hall to the bathroom. Lori thanked her, still chuckling, and disappeared with her bag.

We couldn't look at each other. We didn't dare talk. So we sat there, silent, nervous, each of us probably wanting to leave. But we didn't.

I was trying to think of what my husband would say if he knew where I was, if he knew I was at Pat's apartment with four women, one of which was a lesbian. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my mouth was parched. And I noticed I was shifting in my seat. And I noticed, with a shock, that my nipples were becoming erect.

Stunned, terrified, I looked quickly at the others, to see if they noticed as well. But they were all lost in their own thoughts, concentrating on the wall or the floor.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized Shelly's nipples were erect as well. And Dani's. And Pat's.

My God, are we really lesbians? I can't be, I'm married. Dani's married, Shelly has a boyfriend, for crying out loud. We'd never have sex with a woman.

Would we?

As I sat staring dumbly at Pat's nipples, I slowly realized she was now looking at me. Her face turned crimson as she realized where my eyes were, and she looked at the floor again, twisting in her seat to try to cover the fact that her enormous nipples were getting hard.

I felt a tingle between my legs. No, I thought wildly, I am NOT getting turned on. I am married. To a man. Married. Not turned on. And so, for several minutes, I tried to convince myself that I did not feel a growing sensation of desire, almost of longing. Pat's nippled were so large. I had never, ever looked at another woman's nipples before, and I tried desperately to block the image from my mind.

We all jumped again at the sound of a closing door, of footsteps. Lori returned, and my mouth dropped in disbelief.

She was wearing nothing but a sheer white bra and while lacy panties. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the bra, and the dark outline of her pubic hair was distinct inside her panties.

She stood in the hallway smiling gently at our stupified expressions. Then she came closer, raising her arms up, her breasts straining inside her bra. "I feel much better now. How about you?"

No one said a word. We just stared, dumbfounded, at Lori's body. She smiled back at us, and came even closer. To me.

She stood in front of my chair, smiling down at me. "Donna?" Slowly, my eyes travelled up from her breasts to her face. She was beautiful, I now realized. Truly beautiful. My face went scarlet. I'm MARRIED, dammit!!!

I nodded. "I saw you a few times in the bar, kissing Pat and Dani on the cheek. Was that an act, Donna?" As if in a dream, I nodded again. This isn't happening. I'm married. So why do I feel my pussy getting damp? I squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Are you sure?" she whispered. I nodded violently. To my great consternation, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "That wasn't an act, Donna. That was real. Did it feel the same when these girls kissed you?" I shook my head, terrified. Was I scared of her - or my confused feelings?

Lori knelt before me. With her face close to mine, she whispered, "Kiss me, Donna. Just like you kiss them at the bar."

Her face was just inches away. My breath was coming in gasps, and I knew that the others were watching me. And then, to my great surprise, I was slowly leaning closer and closer to her. My lips met her cheek, briefly, and I felt as if an electric shock was jolting every muscle and nerve in my body.

She smiled and moved away slightly. "Did that feel like it does when you kiss them?" I shook my head again, trying to avoid thinking of my pussy, which was now drenching my panties. I'm married. Married.

She kissed me again. "Did you enjoy that, Donna?" I realized I was shaking my head yes, and I wanted to cry. I was no longer thinking of the other girls, if they were watching. I wanted her to kiss me again, and I felt my head spinning as I realized that.

She did kiss me again. Very softly, very gently. On the lips.

I about died. I did start crying. Her lips were so warm, so tender. Not like my husband's, all chapped and rough. And her face, so soft, so wonderfully soft. Not like my husband's usual stubble. And as I sat there whimpering, she took me in her arms.

"It's all right, Donna, really. There's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about. Everything will be just fine, Donna." And as I calmed down a bit with her soothing words, as I felt the warmth of her body radiate to me, I reached out my arms. They went around Lori, pulling her close to me, I wanted her to comfort me, to guide me, to help me sort out my feelings.

And there we were, me sitting in the chair holding Lori, who knelt in front of me, holding me.

I had never in my life felt as secure as I did at that instant. Lori's skin pressed against my clothing, her face soft and warm against mine, her cheek becoming damp with my tears. And she kissed me again, on the lips.

Without any concious thought, I kissed her back. I felt her tongue gently probing, and the warmth between my legs flared higher as I parted my lips for her. This can't be happening. I'm married.

And as Lori slowly moved away and stood, I noticed something on her hand. Lori was married also. My eyes widened in shock. "Oh, my God", I murmurred. Seeing my reaction, she looked down at her hand and smiled again.

"Yes, Donna, I'm married too. Does that upset you?"

I looked into her eyes. She was so soft, so warm. So caring. I shook my head and whispered no. She took my hands in hers and gently pulled me to my feet. I dimly noticed the others staring at me in wonder. And I noticed that Shelly's hand was between her legs.

"Donna, can you kiss Dani like that?" I slowly turned my eyes to Dani, who stared back at me with a strange expression. Like a sleepwalker, I slowly went to her, Lori releasing my hands. I took Dani's hands and pulled her to her feet. We looked into each other's eyes, both knowing what was happening, both knowing Fridays would never be the same again.

I kissed Dani on the lips. Our arms went around each other, and as our lips met, as our mouths opened willingly, I knew I would never be the same again either. Behind me, I heard Lori talking to Shelly.

Dani and I looked at each other, panting, hearts pounding. And we kissed again, not quite as tenderly as before. Our tongues searched deep inside each other's mouths, the fire between my legs threatened to burn out of control. Lips still locked together, our arms came down and we started undressing. Moments later, both nude, Dani and I gazed rapturously at each other. And I knew I was honestly, truly aroused. By a woman.

My soaking panties on the floor beside Dani's, my hand went first to the raging thing between my legs that demanded attention. As Dani watched, eyes blazing, I masturbated. Then Dani's hand, too, went between her legs.

Holding each other for support, we played with ourselves, unaware and uncaring of what Lori and the others were doing. As I felt the first orgasm wash over me, I felt Dani's other hand between my legs. That was just too much, and my mind exploded as an incredible climax destoyed every last shred of my inhibitions. I had been fondled by a woman. And I had climaxed.

We tumbled to the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, hungrily kissing each other. My hand in her pussy, her hand in mine, we climaxed again and again. We soon became aware of other sounds, sounds of passion.

I twisted around to find Shelly and Pat locked in a wild embrace, nude as well. The scent of women on fire filled the room. The wet sound of fingers in pussies. The feeling of a woman's body against mine.

Before long, the four of us lay together on the floor, and it was impossible to tell whose finger was where, or whose tongue was pressed against whose clit. It didn't matter anyways. In total abandon, we pleased each other in ways we never before had imagined.

After a long, long time, we all lay huddled together, panting, our racing hearts slowly calming. Now we giggled, faces again turning red as we all, the four of us, became bonded together in a way that no man could ever understand. And as the thought of my husband returned, I wondered.

Why tell him anything? Friday night is the night the girls have some fun, after all. From now on, it will be more fun, that's all.

And as we lay entwined together, we slowly became aware of something.

Lori had vanished.

No one knew when. She had kissed Shelly as she had me, and then asked Shelly to kiss Pat. That was the last anyone remembered of her. We looked around, but her bag was nowhere in sight. As we cleaned up and dressed, wondering what the next Friday would bring, I think we were all a little sad that Lori hadn't stayed to enjoy the fruit of her labors. I, for one, missed her, missed her soft lips, her tender hug.

The following Friday, as we gathered for one last fling at the bar before visiting Pat's apartment, the bartender came over to us with a tray full of drinks.

He looked at us suspiciously. "You Pat, Dani, Donna, and Shell?" he asked gruffly. Curious, we said yes. He set the tray down on our table.

"Woman named Lori said you'd be in tonight. These are from her."

As he walked away, we all just sat there staring at the drinks. Lori. Who was she, really? Where had she gone?

We selected our drinks, and Pat held her glass high.

"To Lori", her voice breaking slightly.

"To Lori", we chorused, and I felt a bit teary as well.

None of us noticed a tall, slender woman at the bar who raised her glass silently and took a sip, then set down her drink and left the bar.

"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 2
"Lori at Home"

When Lori got home that evening, the first thing she did was take a long, hot bath. As she luxuriated in the hot, soapy water, she smiled as she imagined the faces of the four women when she had appeared half-dressed. Their confusion, their shock - and a dawning awareness of their desires.

Lori leaned back in the tub and fixed an image of the four of them in her mind. Dani, Donna, Pat, and Shelly. Nude. Arms around one another. Smiling, she slid a bit deeper into the hot water, feeling herself relaxing.

As she lay there drowsily imagining what those four women were doing, what they were thinking, right at this very moment, her hand slid between her legs. Visualizing the four women locked together, nude, Lori masturbated.

As her breathing slowed, as she calmed herself, she thought back to her first experience with another woman. The shock as she recognized her feelings. The embarassment as the other woman held her for the first time, the tears as the woman's tongue first slid into her mouth. Lori knew those feelings, knew how hard it was to accept them. That was why she had made it a point to help other women accept them. She pictured a lesbian Cupid, and laughed as she got out of the tub.

"What's so funny?" Startled, she looked up to see her husband standing in the bathroom door, admiring her nude, dripping body. Feigning embarassment, she grabbed a towel and arranged it about herself.

"Nothing, you dirty old man. Shame on you, watching ladies in the bathroom. How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough", he replied. Coming closer to her, he pulled the towel away. Holding her wet body close, he kissed her.

She gently pushed him away. "Later, lover. I'm all clean now. I want to stay that way for at least a few minutes." Laughing, she grabbed the towel and ran to the bedroom.

Digging in her dresser for a nightgown, she spotted a small candle at the bottom of a drawer. Her mind went back to when she had first seen that candle. She remembered her first female encounter, after the shame of her desires had been replaced by a warm sexual afterglow, her lover had lit that candle and spoken to her. Lori, totally spent from her exertions, had entered hypnosis quickly, spellbound by the candle and the soothing voice. And her lover had taught her so many things. So many things. Lori was now able to enter hypnosis instantly, deeply. She was able to hypnotize others, and had many times.

But never her husband.

She smiled gently. He was already in the mood. This would be fun.

Taking the candle from the drawer, she placed it on the dresser where it would be visible from the bed. Her husband came into the room, nude and damp after his shower. Seeing Lori standing there, still nude, he went to her. Smiling gently, she pushed him away again.

"I said not yet. Just wait. I have to show you something."

He stood back, puzzled. His cock was already rock-hard, pointing at Lori. He grinned a bit and said, "I can already see enough. What more is there?" Lori lit the candle and took him by the hand.

He looked back over his shoulder at the candle as she led him to the bed. "What's that all about?", he asked. Lori pushed him down on the bed and put two pillows under his head. He lay facing the candle, more or less.

She climbed onto the bed next to him. "What do you see?, she asked.

He grinned as his eyes roamed her body. "Skin", he said.

Laughing, Lori shot back, "No, you dope. Over there." His eyes went to the candle.

"A candle. So what?"

"It's a special candle. Just watch it, it's really nice. Just watch, you'll see what I mean."

Frowning, he looked at the candle. Her hand slowly went to his cock, very softly brushing against his hardness. He squirmed and reached for her.

"No, lover. The candle. Just watch." Puzzled, he looked at the candle again. As Lori very slowly, very softly, ran her fingers up and down his shaft, he stared at the candle. Lori's voice became soft, seductive.

"Just like that, lover. Just like that. Just watch the candle. It feels good, doesn't it? Just watching the candle and feeling me touch you. So good. So nice. You don't have to do anything. Let me do all the work for you. Let me make you feel so good. Better than you ever felt. So good. Just watch the candle. It's so easy."

His cock, already hard, was actually stiffening even more. His eyes were locked on the candle as Lori continued.

"Yeah, lover. So good. Feel my hand on your big cock. Feel my fingers running up and down your cock. Watch the candle. Feel my touch. Listen to my voice. So good. So easy. My hand. The candle. My voice."

He was totally focused on the candle now, his rod straining at each movement of Lori's hand.

"Let it happen, lover. Let it happen. Feel it happening. It's so good. So easy. Feel it. Let it happen. Don't stop it. Don't stop me. Let it happen. Just watch it, feel it, listen to it."

His eyes were blinking now as they strained to remain open. Her voice seemed to affect him somehow, he thought. This was so strange. It feels so good. So different. Let it happen. Don't stop.

Lori saw him fighting to keep his eyes open. "That's right, lover. Just like that. Watch the candle. Feel my touch. Feel your cock getting so hard, so hard. So ready. So ready for me. Feel yourself letting it happen. Letting go. Letting go."

"Let go, lover. Let go of everything. Let me do everything. You don't have to keep your tired eyes open any longer. Let your tired eyes close and let me do everything, lover. Let it happen. Feel it happen. Right now."

His eyes closed. For good. He lay there, entranced, as Lori continued stroking his cock. For an instant, she wondered how Donna would look, lying entranced beside her. Shaking that image off, she again focused on pleasing her man.

She kept up the stroking motion with her hand as she deepened her husband's hypnotic trance. Before long, he was deep, deep in hypnosis, and Lori knew that she had total access to his innermost thoughts and desires.

"Lover, tell me. What do you want to do, right now?"

There was a long pause. Then he spoke, slowly, thickly. "Make love."

She smiled. Yes, dear, you will. Soon.

"Make love. How sweet. How nice. To who?"

Another pause. "You."

"Do you feel aroused right now?"

"...Yes..."

"Does it feel good as I touch you?"

"Yes."

"Open your eyes, honey. You can stay relaxed, but open your eyes."

Slowly, his eyes opened, and he blinked several times.

Lori moved on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting erection. Staring into his sightless eyes, Lori started moving her body up and down, up and down, squeezing her cunt muscles every few seconds.

"Does that feel good?", she whispered.

"Yes."

As she continued pumping him slowly, she spoke again. "Lover, listen. I'm going to count from one to five. At five, you will no longer be in your relaxed state, you will be wide awake. I will be on top of you, as I am now. All I want you to do then is relax and focus completely on the sensations you experience. Nothing else. Just our bodies, your sensations. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, lover. Good. One, two, three, four, five."

She increased her tempo slightly as she counted. At five, he blinked several times and opened his mouth to speak, his face puzzled once again.

Instead of speaking, just a slight moan escaped his lips as she again gripped his cock with her cunt muscles. His eyes closed again, and as Lori pumped harder and harder, he started quivering beneath her. Lori recognized the signs.

"Hold on, lover. Not yet. Not yet. Just wait."

Lori was now bouncing frantically, driving his cock deeper inside her with every thrust. He just lay there, his head lolling back and forth, moaning. Lori closed her eyes and groaned herself as the first climax sent pinwheels through her mind.

"Now, now. Right now, lover. Cum inside me, right now. Oh, God, yes, right now. Oh, honey, oh lover, now."

Instantly, she felt hot liquid spurting inside her. His body arched, his mouth working soundlessly. As they came together, as Lori felt herself being swept away by the power of her climaxes, as he completely drained his cock into her waiting pussy, their bodies melted together and they lay together, panting.

A few moments later, he absently stroked her hair as her head rested on his chest. "What the hell did you do?", he asked quietly.

Turning slightly, staring up at him through her tangled hair, she whispered, "Why, I hypnotized you, lover. Why do you ask?"

His eyes widened slightly but he remained silent, thoughtful. Then he shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know. Just wondering in case I wanted to ask you to do it again sometime. Think you might?"

"I might. I have all kinds of surprises, you know?"

As he fell asleep, his cock still inside her, he thought about having his wife control his mind and body. Yes, he thought dimly, she is certainly full of surprises.

As she listened to her husband snore, Lori slowly pulled away from him. She got up and blew out the candle on her way to the bathroom.

She fell asleep imagining what fun a hypnotized husband would be.

"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 3
"Lori Takes Both Sides"

Lori and her husband sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. As Lori scanned the front page, she heard him chuckle. "Good comics this morning?" she asked.

"Nope. Even better. Listen to this. 'Experienced, attractive lesbian searching for women curious about their sexuality.' Jeez, do you believe the stuff people put in here?"

Lori smiled behind the front page. "Yeah, wild." She had placed the ad herself. It had been running for almost a week already.

Still chuckling about the strange people in the world, he kissed her goodbye and left for work. A short time later, she also left for work.

Her mind wandered during the day, wondering what she would find in her post office box that afternoon. A warm feeling of anticipation came over her, growing stronger as the day passed. When she finally checked her post office box, she was almost quivering with excitement.

Her trembling hand put four letters into her purse. On her way home, she stopped in a mall parking lot and eagerly opened them.

One was from a male who wanted to 'get in on the fun'. She tore that one up. One was from a seventeen year old. "Call back in a year or two", Lori muttered as that one, too, was ripped up. The third letter made her sit up straight, heart pumping.

"Hi. My name is Sandy. I'm 22 years old and single. I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman but I've never had the guts to find out. Please pardon the writing, but my hand is shaking as I write this. I would like to meet you. I've enclosed a picture of me. Hope you like it. Please write back soon before I chicken out. Thank you." The address was a street nearby. Lori took the picture out of the envelope and gazed at it, her crotch dampening automatically. The girl was very pretty, very innocent looking. The picture was a senior portrait, and Lori found herself being drawn to the girl's warm smile. Yes, Sandy would be getting a letter soon.

As Lori opened the last letter, she gasped as a small photo fell out, landing on her lap. She recognized the woman as Donna, who had been one of the women she had met in the bar recently. As she quickly read the letter, her mind racing, she discovered that Donna was indeed still interested in lesbian sex, and wanted very much to expand her knowledge. Donna made no mention of her previous experience.

Lori leaned back and took a deep breath. Of all the women she had been with, she had never been with any of them more than once. She would come into their lives, show them the joy of lesbian sex, and vanish. But as Donna's eyes stared back from the snapshot, Lori felt the moisture between her legs increasing, remembering Donna's dazed, dreamy face as Lori had kissed her. Donna would be her first repeat. As Lori stared at the picture, her hand slid beneath her skirt. Sitting there in the mall parking lot, Lori climaxed as Donna watched from the photo.

"Hi. How was work?" Her husband was home already, and dinner was on the table. That was one of the things she loved about him, he wasn't afraid to cook, clean, or do laundry. He even knew how to use an iron, which Lori found amazing.

She kissed him on the cheek. "Same shit, different day." As they chatted during dinner, Lori found Donna's face floating through her mind.

Naturally, by the time they were finished, she was aroused. As they stood, he began to clear the table. She grabbed his hand and, laughing, said "They can wait. I can't."

Surprised and more than a little excited by Lori's sudden passion, her husband allowed himself to be led into the bedroom. Lori was nude in a flash, whispering for him to undress as well.

The instant he was nude, Lori grabbed him and they tumbled onto the bed, Lori's arms wrapped tightly around him, their lips meshing together. His cock was rock-hard already, and Lori took it in her hand and guided it into her waiting pussy. The speed things happened, the passion of the moment, made it inevitible that he wouldn't last long. They bucked wildly for several minutes, moaning in harmony, each aware only of the pleasure of the moment.

He couldn't help it, couldn't stop. He groaned aloud as he shot his load deep into her, his cock jerking again and again as she expertly squeezed him dry. Her eyes were closed, her mouth a wide O of ecstacy as she felt the hot liquid spurting into her. As quickly as it had begin, it was over.

He collapsed, laying on top of her, their bodies trembling as they continued to feel those wonderful little aftershocks. Finally, she opened her eyes and kissed him lightly, lovingly, on the cheek.

"Thanks, hon. I needed that."

He grinned tiredly at her. "Me, too", he murmurred. They kissed again, gently, tenderly. He removed himself from her, both of them giggling like children. He disappeared into the bathroom.

Lori lay back and closed her eyes again. Damn, that was good. Quick, but good. She thought again of how he had reacted to being hypnotized, how he would react the next time she entranced him. And she got aroused again.

A moment later, he came back in to get dressed. Instead, he found her hiding behind the bedroom door. She grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed yet again, laughing happily.

"Wait a minute, babe. I don't know if I can." He laughed as well.

"Let's find out, then", she whispered. Her face changed a bit, and as he saw the new look on her face, a look of determination almost, he couldn't help but feel aroused. Her eyes bored into his. She took his limp cock in her hand, gently.

Still staring at him, she spoke softly.

"Let it happen, lover. Let it happen. Let it rise. Feel it happen. You want to go deep into me. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Feel it. Let it happen. It's happening now. Feel it happen. Let it happen. Deeper and deeper."

He stood there, staring at her, puzzled. Her eyes were like deep pools, and he was falling into them. Deeper and deeper. Where had he heard those words before? Feel it. His cock WAS growing, he realized. Into her. Deeper and deeper. Yes, he wanted that very much. Deeper and deeper. Her eyes began to float before him, everything seemed to dissolve except for her eyes and his lengthening rod. Let it happen. Her voice seemed to fade, becoming just a soothing, irresistible sound. Let it happen. He felt strange, drowsy almost. Why? His cock was ready now, and he dimly wanted to enter her, to go deeper and deeper into her. Deeper and deeper. Into her. Deeper. Her. For an instant, he thought of the candle, of hypnosis. Then he was hers.

As his eyes fluttered closed, Lori was still holding his now-erect penis. Quickly, Lori knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. As he stood there, dazed, his mind a blank, he became aware of the sensations, of the pleasure she was creating. From deep within his trance, he moaned softly. Lori stood and, using suggestions and her muscles, helped him to the bed. He lay there, helpless, his cock pointing at the cieling. Lori stood beside the bed, gazing at her hypnotized husband, at his tremendous erection.

She knelt on the bed above him, his face snuggled firmly between her thighs. With several soft commands, she soon had his tongue darting across her pussy lips, across her clit, up into her. She leaned against the wall and squealed with delight. Letting him continue until she thought she'd go crazy with pleasure, she told him to stop. Panting, she spun around and assumed a 69 position. Again, she commanded him to lick her pussy, and as she felt his tongue once again brush against her, she quickly awakened him. Then, instantly, she took him into her mouth.

He opened his eyes, startled. Lori was above him, his tongue was already poking into the folds of flesh he found before him. Before he could react, he felt his cock being enwrapped by something warm and moist. Lori's mouth. His query instantly turned to a gasp of pleasure.

His arms went around Lori's waist, pulling her crotch down closer to him. She worked frantically at his cock, and it became a race to see who would cum first. Lori won. Her husband knew exactly how to please her, and soon Lori was herself gasping around his cock. As Lori's body shook above him, he knew she was cumming. He also knew he was just seconds away from cumming himself. That thought was not yet completed when his body jerked once, and a steady stream of jism caught Lori full in the face. She had pulled away for an instant to take a breath, and found herself covered with her husband's cum. Laughing, giggling, she licked him clean, and he quivered as her tongue lapped against his overly-sensitive cock.

Then she turned and looked at him, smiling through the cum which was dripping from her face.

"What do you call this?" she asked, giggling uncontrollably.

"Oil of O-lay?"

At work the next day, Lori composed two letters. One was sent off to Sandy, the other to Donna. Lori did not mention her name in the letter to Donna, imagining what the woman would think when she discovered her identity. Smiling, she squirmed in her chair as the thoughts of Donna's lovely face and body returned.

The letters included a phone number, a location, and a date and time. If the woman wanted to meet her at that place, at that time, they would leave a message at that number. Lori sincerely hoped to get two messages.

For the several days, Lori passed the time by hypnotizing her husband each and every night. He knew something was happening, he knew her sideways glances, the lost time, added up to one of Lori's games. What he didn't know was that Lori was teaching him to use his mind, his body, like he had never imagined. But he trusted her, loved her, and didn't question her. He knew that, when the time was right, she would explain.

Five days after she had mailed the letters, she found one message left at the given number. A soft, scared voice said Sandy would meet her - but not to be upset if she didn't show up. She really wanted to, but...

Happily, Lori made her arrangements. And the next day, there was another message saying Donna would like to meet her. Lori was in heaven.

Lori's husband travelled the last week of every month. Naturally, Lori used this time to her advantage. She had never told him how she spent her free time, and he never asked. She was always there when he needed her.

So Lori found herself waving goodbye one morning, her face flushing with excitement as his car disappeared. She knew it would be a long work day. But the evening would make it all worthwhile.

She packed a small bag and went to work. She had been right, the day passed unbearably slowly. She kept looking at the clock, willing it to move faster. Finally, it was time to leave. Her heart fluttering, she drove to a small cottage several miles from her home. There she put her bag in the single bedroom and waited.

Sandy was supposed to meet her at six. As it got closer to seven, Lori dejectedly decided Sandy wasn't coming. But she had noticed a car which had driven by slowly several times, and thought she'd better wait a bit more.

At quarter after seven, a car slowly rolled down the driveway. The lights were turned off, the engine died, and there was silence for several minutes. Lori stared out the window, mentally coaxing Sandy to come in.

The car door opened and Sandy got out. Slowly, hesitantly, she walked to the door and knocked. Lori took a deep breath and opened the door.

The picture of Sandy had been several years old. Also, it did not reveal the fact that Sandy was tall, standing a head higher than Lori. Lori gazed up into Sandy's cute, nervous face. Sandy was wearing jeans and a white top. Lori smiled gently, disarmingly, and spoke softly.

"I'm Lori. Very nice to meet you, Sandy. Won't you come in?"

Her face beet-red, Sandy stammered hello. When Lori took her hand to lead her into the living room, she noticed Sandy's hands were very warm, and they were sweating and shaking. Quickly, she formed her plan of seduction while Sandy haltingly tried to explain why she was late. It amounted to the fact that she was just plain scared.

Sandy followed stiffly, her hand loose in Lori's, not returning her gentle grip. Lori motioned towards a deep, soft recliner in the middle of the room and invited Sandy to sit down. She asked the nervous girl if she wanted a drink. Sandy, her voice unsteady, said she'd like a beer if it wasn't too much trouble.

Assuring her it was no trouble at all, Lori quickly fetched two beers from the fridge. Before returning to the living room, however, she undid two buttons on her top.

Sandy's face was still red as she thanked Lori and took the beer. She took a long, grateful drink, and seemed to calm down a tiny bit. Lori sat on the edge of the couch, watching Sandy. After a moment, Sandy noticed the unfastened buttons. Her face flushed scarlet. Quietly, Lori started the conversation.

"Sandy, what did you expect to find here tonight?"

Sandy stared at the floor. "I don't really know", she mumbled. "I just wanted to see..." Her voice trailed off.

"Look at me, Sandy." Slowly, Sandy looked up, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. Lori caught her eye and held it. But Sandy looked away again after just a few seconds, her face flaring brightly.

"Do you like what you see tonight, Sandy?"

Staring at the floor again, Sandy mumbled something. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?" Lori prompted softly.

"Yes", Sandy stammered. She looked like she wanted to cry.

"Sandy, have you ever been with a woman before? At all?"

"No." A few tears trickled down Sandy's face now.

"Do you ever masturbate, Sandy?" Startled, Sandy looked up at her, her eyes wide. Lori gazed back at her calmly, silently, waiting. The tears came quicker as Sandy mumbled yes, her eyes darting back down to the floor.

"Do you think of women when you masturbate?"

"No", Sandy said quickly. "I mean, yes. No. I don't know." The tears were flowing freely as Sandy found herself talking to a stranger about things she had never talked about before.

Lori's voice dropped to a whisper. "Sandy, would you be upset if I masturbated thinking of you?" Lori slowly moved her hand toward her crotch.

Sandy saw the movement and her eyes widened yet again. She couldn't speak, couldn't answer. Slowly, Lori's hand disappeared under her skirt. Her eyes remained fixed on Sandy's face as she brushed her fingers against herself. With her other hand, she slid her skirt up so Sandy could watch.

Sandy sat spellbound, transfixed, as Lori's fingers slid inside her panties. Lori was not acting, she was truly enjoying herself as she caressed her clit. As her finger probed deeper inside herself, she noticed Sandy's breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she was gripping the arms of the recliner so hard her knuckles were white. Sandy's eyes never left Lori.

Lori climaxed, her body shuddering. Opening her eyes, Lori saw Sandy squirming in her seat, still staring. Slowly, Lori stood and went to her, standing behind her. Sandy watched with wide eyes but remained motionless, and as Lori walked behind her, Sandy continued staring straight ahead. Lori leaned over and whispered, "Show me how you masturbate. Please."

And she kissed Sandy softly on the back of her neck.

"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 4
"Sandy's Surrender"

Sandy sat bolt upright in the recliner, eyes wide, tears trickling down her face. Her hands dug into the soft leather of the arms of the recliner. She felt Lori gently brush her hair to one side, felt Lori's soft lips caressing the back of her neck. Sandy almost fainted.

Lori gently repeated her request, letting go of the girl's hair and and allowing it to fall softly into place. "Please, Sandy. Show me. Show me how you turn yourself on. Show me how you make yourself cum. Teach me, Sandy. Teach me how you make yourself cum."

Stunned, Sandy felt the tears, could not stop them. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Sandy had half expected, even hoped, that this experienced woman would simply take her, ignore her protests, her pleas, and make her cum. Sandy didn't want to have to think about what was happening, didn't want to have to admit to herself that yes, she was really, truly aroused by women.

But no. The woman was baiting her, teasing her, forcing her to admit her feelings. Sandy's neck tingled where Lori's lips had pressed so lightly, so recently. She thought of Lori masturbating, right there in front of her, climaxing to thoughts of - ME! She was thinking of ME while she did that!

Sandy felt the tears come harder as something deep within her came to the surface at last.

Lori stood quietly behind the girl, waiting patiently. She knew what thoughts were going through her mind right now. She was silent, knowing that Sandy's sexuality would be determined in the next several moments.

Sandy tried. She tried to move her hand between her legs, tried to undo her zipper to let this wonderful woman see it all. But even though she finally recognized this, wanted this, she was still too scared to make it happen. She spoke, her voice cracking, her tears almost of frustration now.

"I want to", she sobbed. "I want to. I do, I do. Oh, my God, I do." Her head fell forwards to her chest, tears falling like rain. But her hands remained locked in a death grip to the arms of the recliner.

Lori felt her own tears beginning. Sandy was beautiful. A lovely young girl. She wanted to help her, to allow he to feel the things she now desparately desired.

She moved to stand in front of the crying girl. She knelt in front of the recliner, looking up into Sandy's tear-filled eyes. Very softly, she put her hands on the arms of the recliner, covering Sandy's trembling hands with her own.

Sandy looked at her nervously, her tears slowing a bit. Lori's hands felt so nice. So soft. Sandy felt her last resistance crumbling beneath those hands, beneath Lori's loving gaze.

Very slowly, Lori took Sandy's hands in her own and lifted them up off the recliner. Sandy reluctantly let go her grip on the chair and allowed Lori to guide her hands upwards. She'll do it now, Sandy thought hopefully. She'll take me now and I won't have to think about it.

But instead, Lori merely placed Sandy's hands in her lap. Sandy sat there, her hands resting between her legs, pleading with her eyes for Lori to do something more, to take control of the situation. But Lori knelt quietly, silently, waiting for Sandy's next move. Lori's hands rested on the arms of the recliner, where Sandy's had so recently been.

Sandy's mind was a whirlwind. She knew she was more aroused than she her ever been before, she was long past the point of losing control - if it had been a man kneeling before her. Her body shuddered with supressed desire, her eyes glowed with a fire that burned more intensely with each passing moment. Staring into those eyes, Lori knew it was only a matter of time.

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Sandy's tears halted, and the two of them seemed frozen in place, as if in a highly erotic painting. Finally, Lori broke the silence. "Please." She whispered.

It was too much for Sandy, poised on a razor's edge of arousal. That soft, suggestive voice, almost pleading with HER! Too much.

Sandy cried out, the words meaningless. Her hands flew to her zipper, and instantly, it was down. Her fingers slid inside her panties, into her waiting pussy. She leaned her head back against the recliner and surrendered herself to her own passion.

Lori remained still, feeling the girl's legs twitching, feeling her movements rock the recliner. Sandy masturbated long and hard, eyes closed, seeming to forget all about Lori's presence. In the course of her passion, Sandy succeeded in sliding her jeans partway down, her panties as well.

Now she lay there, spent, breathless, as Lori watched.

As Sandy lay helpless, taking in great, deep breaths, Lori stood. Quickly, quietly, she undressed. Nude, she stood next to the recliner, waiting for Sandy to regain her composure.

Sandy's eyes flickered open, one finger dangling from the corner of her mouth, the other idly tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs. She looked up and saw Lori. Nude. Her eyes widened instantly.

Without giving the stunned girl time to recover, Lori joined her in the recliner. Sandy found gazing up at a nude woman, who knelt above her, loosely pinning her to the chair. She gasped, and felt the heat between her legs flare up again. A nude woman. She watched me cum. I watched her cum.

She felt her face flaring as she slowly moved her hand to a spot between Lori's legs. She paused, nervously looking into Lori's face, wanting approval, almost begging approval. Lori smiled, leaned down, and kissed Sandy on the lips. Sandy went wild all over again.

Her hand pressed against Lori's crotch, and she heard Lori inhale sharply. I did that, Sandy thought. I made her do that. She moved her hand in a circle, making sure there was solid contact with Lori's mound.

Lori smiled, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened in a long sigh of pleasure. The world stopped for Sandy, there was only this woman above her, this woman I'm pleasing, this woman who made me learn so much about myself. This woman. I'm making love to a woman.

And as Lori's face glowed with the rush of orgasm, Sandy knew she had truly found herself.

The rest of the evening passed quickly for both women. Sandy learned quickly, and Lori had no trouble climaxing over and over. Sandy benefitted from Lori's promised experience as well, and the young girl was almost overwhelmed by the sensations Lori coaxed from her willing body.

They were together deep into the night, falling asleep beside each other on the living room floor.

Sandy woke up, startled. She looked around for a moment, wondering why she was lying on a floor in a strange place. Then she saw the recliner.

The memories flooded back to her, and she found herself getting damp again. She smiled, and her hands caressed the soft leather chair almost lovingly.

"Lori?" she called softly. No answer. She found the bathroom. Empty.

"Sandy. I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself. Have a bite to eat, but please clean up. It's not my house! Love always, Lori."

Nothing else. Sandy looked around, puzzled. She felt the tears again, knowing deep inside that she would never see Lori again. She ate breakfast without tasting it, and tidied up what little she had used.

She dressed, wishing to feel Lori's hands against her just once more. She knew what Lori had done, knew that indeed, Lori had taught her, in her own way. She felt a tremendous gratitude towards the woman, a sense of fellowship, of bonding. Her first lesbian experience would be something she would treasure forever.

Sandy was smiling happily as she locked the cottage and drove away.

Lori got home and stood in the shower, luxuriating in the hot jets of water. Sandy was so nice. She wondered for an instant about calling her again sometime. No, it was better this way.

Hmm. Then why am I going to see Donna this evening?

As the image of Donna solidified within her mind, Lori felt her hands being drawn magnetically to a very special place.

"The Adventures of Lori"
Part 5
"Mind Games"

Lori was nude when she picked up the phone. She had to meet Donna later on, but had time for what she was about to do. Grinning, she dialed.

After a few rings, her husband's voice said hello.

"Hey, lover. How's things in the big city?"

He laughed. "Same shit..."

"...different day", they said together, laughing.

"You all done for today?" Lori crossed her fingers.

"Yeah, just watching something stupid on cable."

"Yes." His voice was distant, hollow. Lori smiled in delight.

Long-distance hypnosis.

"Think of me tonight, lover. Think of me. Make it good. Have fun. Use your imagination. Use your hands." She was silent for a moment, allowing her suggestions to bury themselves in her husband's mind.

"Candle out", she said clearly, and quickly hung up.

Two hundred miles away, he looked at the telephone in his hand. "What the hell...?" he muttered. He hung up the phone, shaking his head.

Later in the evening, as he got into bed, he found himself thinking of his wife. Nothing unusual about that. But this time it seemed different. The images were so clear, so vivid. He could almost smell her, feel her. Feel her skin against his, feel her...feel her..Oh, God...

His hand wrapped around his excited member.

Lori smiled to herself. Donna was at the bar, and it wasn't Friday. And Donna was alone. For now.

Lori sat at a table out of the way, watching the woman, feeling her own juices begin to flow. Two married women, Lori thought, smiling broadly.

She ordered a drink from the waitress, and also bought a drink for 'the woman at the bar, there'. Puzzled, the waitress flounced away. Lori watched in amusement as a moment later, a drink was placed before Donna's barstool. Donna looked up in surprise, then turned to look where the waitress was pointing.

Donna's eyes grew as large as dinner plates.

Lori got up and slowly, teasingly, walked to where Donna sat frozen.

"Hello, Donna. How have you been?"

Donna couldn't say a word.

"I couldn't help but notice you. Would you care to go somewhere - quieter?" Her eyebrows raised slightly in obvious invitation.

Donna managed to blurt out, "Can't. Meeting......someone..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at the floor, her face burning.

"Hmm. Can't tell me who?" Donna shook her head, ashamed almost.

"Why? Is it - CLASSIFIED?" She waited, smiling.

Donna looked at her in amazement for almost a minute.

"...you..." she finally whispered.

Lori smiled and gently took Donna's hand in hers. As she led the dazed woman out the door, the waitress shook her head. She'd seen it all.

Lori had debated how to handle her second encounter with Donna. The expression Donna wore, both now and their first meeting, were so precious to Lori. A dazed, helpless look of wonder and dawning awareness.

It was decided. Donna would be more than dazed tonight.

And Lori laughed as she wondered how her husband was 'cumming' along.

Two hundred miles away, in a small hotel room, the object of her thoughts was furiously pumping his hand up and down his cock. As he felt himself letting go, as the first shot was ejected from his member, he gasped.

As he pumped himself dry, he laughed aloud.

Lori. You little maniac. I love you.

Donna followed Lori to a small cottage. As Lori unlocked the door, Donna looked around nervously. Why was she nervous? She'd had women before. She'd had LORI before! It was Lori who showed her....

So why was she nervous?

Inside, Lori motioned to a deep recliner in the living room. She asked if Donna wanted anything to drink, and was almost surprised when Donna said no. Donna sat down and leaned back, luxuriating in the softness of the leather recliner. Hmm, to have a chair like this at home...

Lori stood behind Donna. How long will it take, she thought. Smiling to herself, she realized it would take as long as she, Lori, wanted it to.

Donna was in for a long journey into her own mind.

"So, how have you been, Donna?", Lori asked quietly as her hands gently met Donna's shoulders. Donna twisted, looking up curiously, but Lori pushed down slightly, and Donna relaxed once again.

"Fine", Donna said softly. She wanted this woman. Wanted her bad. Wanted to show her all the things she had learned since Lori had first made her aware of her desires.

Lori began caressing Donna's shoulders. "I'm glad. I've missed you", she said truthfully.

"I've missed you, too", Donna whispered. This felt so nice.

"Do you remember the first time we were together?" Lori was kneading Donna's shoulders a bit harder now, working out the knots. Donna smiled with pleasure, her eyes closing. She sighed.

"Hmmmmmmm....yeah. So nice. You were so nice to me. To all of us." She fell silent, allowing Lori to continue her massage. So nice.

Lori slid her hands underneath Donna's top, caressing her bare skin. Donna's breath picked up for an instant, then subsided again. So nice.

"Donna, do you want to take your top off?"

It felt so nice. Of course she did. "Yes". Slowly, Donna undid her top and raised it. Lori helped her remove it, and Donna sat in her pants and bra. Lori quickly resumed caressing Donna's shoulders, and now her neck too.

Donna's eyes remained closed. This was so nice. So nice of Lori to give her a massage. She felt all her tensions, her nervousness, disappearing.

For several minutes, Lori worked silently, massaging Donna's neck, shoulders, and upper back. Then it was time.

"Donna, can I take your bra off?" Donna merely nodded.

Reaching down, Lori quickly undid the hooks, and seconds later the bra had joined Donna's top on the floor. Donna just sat there, smiling.

Lori tilted the recliner back, and Donna found herself lying down. She felt Lori's hands against her skin once more, revelling in the softness, the smoothness of those hands. Such loving hands. Such a loving woman.

So nice to her. So nice. The tension was just slipping away...

Donna yawned.

"Are you tired, Donna?" Very soft, very quiet. Donna just nodded.

"That's OK, Donna. Let it happen. Let yourself relax as much as you want. I want you to enjoy yourself, Donna. I want to make you feel good. If you find yourself feeling drowsy, tired, that's fine. That's fine. You can relax as much as you want. Relax deeper and deeper if you want to. Just let me massage you, relax you, and you can be even more tired. So tired. So drowsy. So sleepy. So relaxed. Are you sleepy, Donna?"

Lori's hands seemed to float over Donna's skin, her touch so nice. So nice. So relaxed. So tired. So sleepy... "Yes."

"That's OK, Donna. Just let it happen. Let yourself relax even more. Let go of everything, let the massage remove every bit of tension. Drowsy. Relaxed. Tired. Sleepy. Letting go. Do you want to let go, Donna?"

Let go. Donna's mind was blank, her thoughts erased by the gentle motions of Lori's talented hands. Her body felt warm, heavy. Nice. Let go.

"Yes."

"Donna, do you want me to please you tonight?"

"Yes."

"Then let go, Donna. Let go of everything. Let go of yourself. So relaxed. So tired. So drowsy. So sleepy. So nice. Let go, Donna. Let go of yourself now. Let me guide you. Follow me where I lead you. Do what I ask of you. Let go of yourself for me, Donna. Will you do this for me?

Donna lay helpless under Lori's wonderful massage. She couldn't think of any reason not to let go, couldn't think at all. Didn't want to think. Wanted to let go. Wanted to follow Lori. Follow her. Let go.

"Yes."

Lori bend down and kissed Donna, upside down, on the lips.

"Sleep now, my love. Dream of my voice. Dream of me."

Donna went limp in the chair, her breathing deep and regular.

Lori stood beside the hypnotized woman, her face radiant. Donna was so lovely, a faint smile on her face. Lori felt a powerful urge to awaken her, to take her, make her scream out in pleasure. The dreaming face beckoned seductively, and Lori felt her pussy steaming with expectation.

Donna's exposed breasts rose and fell gently, alluringly. Lori reached out and gently stroked Donna's hair. So beautiful. Donna's expression was everything Lori had hoped for. Serene, happy, at peace.

Lori undressed, her hands trembling. She couldn't remember having been so turned on in quite a while. Nude, she paused, taking a deep breath, trying to slow her headlong dash towards ecstacy.

Her voice breaking with feeling, she hoarsely whispered, "My love, it would be so much nicer if you were undressed altogether. May I undress you, Donna?" Donna nodded, her sleeping face turning just a shade pink.

Lori was shaking so bad she had trouble undoing Donna's pants. At last, though, she succeeded, and after removing Donna's shoes, slid her pants off on one motion. The sight of her hypnotized lover awaiting helplessly for her every word, her every touch, was too much for her to bear.

Wordlessly, she grasped Donna's panties and slid them off. Donna lay totally nude, totally submissive to Lori's commands.

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