Georgia Thinks It's Her Idea
You think that you hear her tell you to look at her breasts . . . to focus deeply on her breasts . . . to empty your mind and to think only . . . of . . . her . . . breasts.
You watch her as she reaches for the DVD, wondering if the same electric orgasm that affected you will shoot through her when she touches it. But no, when Georgia touches the DVD, nothing happens. She glances at the disk, flipping it over. As she does, a small flash of light reflects off the shiny DVD directly into your eyes.
Yes! You think. Do that again, over and over, and tell me how sleepy I'm getting!
But she only shrugs, flips the disk four more times, as that flash of light hits your eyes again, and then she puts the DVD in her purse. "Yes, sir. I'll watch this tonight, and report back to you first thing tomorrow morning. Perhaps I'll really know what I want in life by then."