As Laura drove to the church, she glanced at herself in the rear view mirror. Why didn't she ever wear more make-up? Yes, she didn't want to flaunt her looks, like those disgusting harlots, but what was wrong with making herself look pretty? Wanting to look her best wasn't a sin, was it? And speaking of looking pretty, why did she always wear her hair in a severe bun? Maybe it was a good idea to let her hair loose for once.
She shook her head, not sure where these sudden feelings were coming from, but she couldn't deny any of it. She made good points. Maybe she'd follow up on them later. Right now, she had to focus all of her thoughts on the task at hand: helping Margaret, the pastor's wife.
She drove into the church parking lot and then parked the car. On a weekday, the parking lot was nearly deserted, so she found a spot very close to the building. Then she got out and walked into the church.
Just as Laura was having those thoughts about her make-up and hair, the box that she had stashed away in the corner of her closet was vibrating ... but just slightly. Inside the box, for just those few seconds, the dildo was giving off a white glow. Then it ceased and the box stopped shaking.
Unknown to Laura, the "magic dildo" was still affecting her, even though she was no longer touching it. The initial touch caused her to forever be connected to it. And every now and then, the dildo would reach out to her and affect her mind, pushing it towards the desired outcome. And that outcome was Laura Ferguson as a bimbo slut.
