Chapter 113 Sex Before Picnic 1

• "I have an idea!" I said. "You know how you're always talking about the power of suggestion? Well, how would it look if we were to suggest that we are going out on a date?"
• Gwen raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly at me. She leaned over the desk and looked down at me with a devilish grin. "Mm-hmm," she purred. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
• She was sitting back up now, looking down at me from above as she put her hands behind my head. Her fingers went around the nape of my neck, holding me firmly between her breasts while she began to slowly stroke my hair. My cock hardened as she did this, and I could feel myself growing harder still by the moment. Gwen's fingers continued to slide along the nape of my neck as she softly whispered into my ear: "Go ahead...suggest something naughty..."