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I've been your step-daughter's friend since elementary school so you've known me over the years as a ditzy dumb kind of girl, so you were very surprised when I told you that I was going to be a psychology major in college. I asked you if you'd help me with my final project and you agreed in slight amusement. Of course, when I came over, I'm wearing a very low-cut shirt that shows miles of cleavage and a short pleated skirt. If that doesn't make you nervous enough, I begin to ask you very personal questions about your marriage, your sex life, how often your masturbate, etc.. I tell you that I would like to try some of the new techniques I learned in school to help ease your anxiety. I tell you that it's very important that my project be done correctly and I need truthful responses. I begin to talk soothingly to you and before your eyes, the ditzy girl vanishes as you spiral headalong into trance. Once you're there, your erection rages in your pants and you're only too keen to free it at my instruction. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can't believe you let this girl take over your mind so completely... but it's too late to go back. You're going to be my ticket to an A+ grade as I turn you into a hopeless stroking machine.
