Mark knew that he’d screwed up. He could t help himself from following Allanah’s order, probably because he had given himself absolute authority in the office and accidentally passed it to her when he swapped their positions. Still, he knew he could fix this because he still had the phone, although as he also currently had his face buried in Edna’s very hairy crotch using one hand to finger her as his tongue worked on her clit
As he fumbled it he accidentally hit the screen a few times but then he was able to generate a sentence. Your target is a jerk. No argument there, he thought, but also changed jerk to bimbo. He tried another sentence. She has big ambitions. He changed ambitions to tits and smirked. He generated another sentence as Edna’s hips started bucking wildly as she was nearing orgasm. He couldn’t quite make out what it said but it was something like “Heather is doing a great job.” Where the hell had Heather come from? He changed Heather to Mark and again felt disoriented, his face still buried in pussy, but no longer hairy pussy. He realized he’d been targeting Hugh and not Allanah. Shit! He checked to see if he still had the phone with the app, and…