She believedshe had been 'ordered' to be unable to orgasm - a self-fulfilling belief, evenif unfounded. It should also be noted at this point that the... authors have noevidence to support or disprove the hypothesis that such a hypnotic 'no orgasm'directive could actually be effective. It is surmisedthat this state of intense sexual tension, combined with her inability toorgasm, exacerbated her pre-existing PSAS tendencies. The effects wereself-perpetuating - the longer she remained aroused, yet. I was given a White dressing gown and told to change in the kitchen, we would then all be the same.When I re-entered the living room Jimmy and Evan were sat on the settee with a space in the middle reserved for me. I sat in between them.Jimmy said “lets just take it as it cums, no pun intended”Evan turned to kiss me, his lips were soft and his mouth so inviting, my togue went all the way in. His hand moved under my gown to my now awakening manhood. I did the same and found that he was already. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little whore.” She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.” “And you want to cum, don’t you?” “Yes…yes, I want to cum so badly,” she said, her voice low. “But I need to touch myself…I need my fingers in me…” “Then do it.” He hissed. “Slip your fingers in your pants and into your pussy. . well yes I will most certainly hold this jacket for you... The whole ride home I was just feeling up her jacket in the dark with a massive boner in my trousers. We had some good conversations as she was dropping me home but she was oddly more flirtacious than usual. I thought nothing of it and just responded to her like any other bloke would when flirted to etc.She pulled up outside mine albeit being gone midnight and she soon discussed with me that she had broken up with her boyfriend. I.