<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">%u25CF Fully female.<br/>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>%u25CF Self confident.<br/>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via inner door,<br/>   which he is drawn to open.<br/>%u25CF Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The walk from the table to Chloe's car is a haze.  The diners, the waitresses, the disappointed groans from the next table, all blur together as I move through the crowd with just one thing on my mind.  I have never felt such a strong craving before, but the truine of a male libido finding itself in a female body and subject to magical influence makes it very difficult to resist.<br/><br/>Moments later I am shoved into the back seat of Chloe's car, put the seatbelt on on auto-pilot and we're off.  It shouldn't take long, Chloe's pad is close, and I can just stroke this nice, inviting leg beside me to take my mind off of things...<br/></span><div class="floatright"><abbr title="click to enlarge">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Iphone.png)</abbr></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Chloe's words pull me out of my reverie and I reluctantly pull my hand away from Circe's thigh.  Just then my phone chimes, giving me something to concentrate on.  I look at the screen and see a <abbr title="click on the phone image to read">message from the hostess</abbr>.  Coincidence or the work of magic?  No matter, I quickly type in <abbr title="click on the phone image to read">Chloe's address</abbr>, mash the 'send' button, then drop the phone on the seat and let my hand wander back to Circe's thigh.<br/><br/>Looking up, my eyes meet hers and what I see in them looks like an invitation, at least to me.  I start leaning in for a kiss, only to be stopped by the stupid seatbelt.  <em>We're almost there</em>, I think to myself as I reach to disengage the buckle, <em>and Chloe is a safe driver, nothing bad will happen...</em><br/><br/>Free from the restraints, I start leaning in again, my hand crawling up Circe's dress, when the car makes a sudden sharp turn and the momentum throws me forward.  I try to break the fall with my hands but one of them is behind Circe's back and the other gets tangled in her dress, so I end up planing my face right into her cleavage.   Mmmm, nice...  I stay there for a tad longer than strictly necessary, then extricate myself and awkwardly buckle up again.  "Sorry, I got a little impatient," I mumble.  "I'll behave."</span>