“Smile for the camera, Crysta,” he said.

He’d had her best friend mind blanked and promised to let Crysta take Dana home as her own slut if she could take it up the ass for an hour and still keep smiling.

Of course, if she couldn’t, he’d take her to the mind blank center and have her blanked as well.

The hour was almost up. She didn’t quite realize that being told to smile for the camera meant she’d already lost the bet.

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