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face. He was going to fuck her too.
    That was...
    That was so...
    That was soooooo hottt. She giggled happily, her tongue sliding around, trying to catch the edges of Marco's member.
    “Wow, we really did a number on her, didn’t we?” Marco remarked. “Usually they’re all squirming, trying to get out.”
    “You know, I only gave her a half-dose to begin with? Her husband took some ungodly amount of convincing—a really loyal sort, you know? Delilah had to put the extra moves on him, I heard. Or, Boss made Delilah do it. I heard she’ll never go back—she’ll be his happy little fuckpet basically forever, now. I mean, she'll fuck other guys, but only with that husband's say-so. But this chick,” he pointed at Rosie. “She just really took to the induction. Not like the husband at all. It only took fifteen minutes of programming before she was diddling herself.”
    “Diddling herself?” Marco laughed. “What are you, twelve?”
    “Yeah,” Rosie purred. “I fucked my pussy with my fingers like a good wife does while her husband is away.”
    “See?” said Marco. “Finger fucking.”
    “Whatever. Forgive me for trying to be polite.”
    Marco got down to one knee beside Rosie, crudely sliding his fingers up into her pussy and touching her there expertly. Rosie moaned, loving every second of his touch.
    “You’ve been hypnotized into being a happy, eager servant for our casino now, dearie,” Marco said. “Isn’t that great?”
    “Sure,” Rosie said brightly. “Whatever you say.”
    “Over the next few days, you're going to transform into a happy fuckslave forever, as a matter of fact.”
    Happy fuckslave forever . Oh good . She could really perform well as a wife like that.
    “Hey,” said Philip. “You think boss ever used this shit on us?”
    “Probably,” Marco shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m ripped as hell and I fuck whoever I want and I got a room to do it in. Sometimes lots of rooms. When we open up to the big time, there’ll be even more.”
    “You’re right. Best not to think about it.”
    “Best not to think about it,” they said in unison.
    Without further ado, Philip rammed his entirely hard cock inside of Rosie's entirely wet cunt. An orgasm, wet and hot, pushed through her entire body at once, electrifying every atom. Her pleasure only intensified as Marco roughly gripped her hair and shoved his full meaty length down her throat. Her pouty, newly-puffy lips glistened with needy saliva as she suckled hard on his immense cock.
    Philip, behind her, groaned with sweet hot pleasure as the velvety walls of her cunt gripped his meat expertly, guiding him in further and further, harder and harder. Not to be outdone, Marco replaced his grip on her hair with even firmer grips on her newly enhanced tits, using what felt like his entire body's worth of musclebound strength to thrust himself into her willing, aching hole of a mouth. Her tits leaked out milk as they filled her over and over—that was new. Unexpected. Fun. She was milking. Lactating. So fertile. Her husband would be so proud.
    This was the absolute best way to be a wife, Rosie knew. Nobody would be able to do this for Jonathan like she did.
    She was so lucky to be part of the casino.
    Philip slapped her ass hard. His thrusts had become less rhythmic, more sporadic and passionate. That meant he was going to cum soon. Rosie slurped up more of Marco's fat cock as a response, making herself loud and clearly wanting.
    Emptying himself all over her backside, Philip slapped her ass again and again. Rosie couldn't help but cum, feeling the hot results of this stranger's bliss spreading on top of her body.
    Her new efforts as a result of her second orgasm pushed Marco to the edge. He wrapped up her thick hair around his hand like it was rope, and started jerking his cock off right in front of her.
    “You see that?” he grunted, slapping her face with his cock. “You see that, sexy? That's for you. You're gonna take all of what I