"Do you mind?" I asked him, inclining my head."Go right ahead, I'll wait here." He took up station at the payphones nearby and I managed the trip by m...yself.As soon as I was out of sight, I reversed directions, entering the men's room, which had an employee shortcut. I'd once gotten lost when my father had been here and I remembered the kindly old security guard who held my hand as we searched for him.I darted through the door and down the long, thankfully empty corridor to the EXIT sign that. Petra was next. Her face was shoved into Mary-Rose’s cunt, her arse stuck outwards the window. She felt Carl’s lips and tongue passionately kiss her arsehole. Carl stood back up planted his feet either side of Mary-Rose’s knees and slowly inserted his phallus back into Petra’s butt. As he did that, Mary-Rose screamed out as she came on Petra’s lips. Petra’s eyes closed as she felt Carl penetrate her anus. She felt cheap. She felt like a whore. But felt she needed it. Carl quickly got back into. If you don’t, your story changes and the fact that it’s a lie is revealed.Bobby couldn’t remember what he’d said. So his mind offered up a little of the truth.“It’s her sister,” he blurted.There was another long pause as Monica chewed on that.“You’re having sex with two sisters?”He nodded, sheepishly.She stared and then a tiny smile broke on her lips.“Well, I guess that explains why you can’t marry her. Boy, would that be an interesting wedding. The groom is boffing both the bride and her. I chose this one above the others because I liked the art work on the cover.It was difficult to try to do a book report on something that the author claimed was non-fiction.But I put what I read into practice and maybe that's how I got the B+.Essentially, this book offers to show the reader just how to push people's buttons. It's definitely not a form of hypnosis, and it claims that no one can be made to do anything that they weren't already predisposed to do - a disclaimer if I ever saw.