"Hmm, your complexion is better, and I can guess some of the other changes without asking." She sat back in her chair and put her hands on her thighs. Her tits were pressed inward by her arms, making them bulge into the neck of her top. She watched me watching her and smiled.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked. I hadn't wished for her to pose for me, but twice she'd used her cleavage to distract me, and now she was doing it again.
"Doing what?" Miss parks asked, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
"That! Flirting and pushing your chest out and leaning way over--"
"Like this?" She said, leaning forward until her nipples rubbed against the table. She'd kept eye contact with me the whole time, watching me flush as she rubbed her tits against the table.
"I wish you'd answer my questions. Truthfully!" I snapped, then stopped and bit my lip. I hadn't meant to make it a wish, I hadn't realized that I said "I wish" so often! Considering the earlier freezing I thought I'd better do something about these unthinking wishes before I got myself into real trouble. But I was distracted by Miss Parks begining to answer my question.
"Well, after your wish I don't mind you oggling me, and it's pretty easy to distract a guy when he's horny, and I was worried what you might wish me to do next, so I thought I'd turn you on a bit to keep you off-center." She smiled and sat back up.
I started to speak but she abruptly looked uncomfortable and began speaking again. "Also, being oggled is a bit of a turn-on for me, and I was already pretty horny from before I answered the door, and I have this thing about being sexually submissive, and you'd already proved you could wish me to do things, so I figured maybe if I put-out a bit I could at least do it voluntarily and have some control over my actions, or maybe you'd wish me to fuck you and then I wouldn't be responsible for my actions." She gasped for breath and blushed furiously.
"Ow! That hurt! I told the truth, just not all of it, and it felt like I was smothering until I told you everything! And I'm so turned on it's getting hard to think straight!" She glared and rubbed her neck for a bit before running her finger-tips down between her breasts and back up again.
I filed that last bit away and decided to see how turned on I could get her, short of wishing. "What were you doing before you answered the door?" I tried to keep from smiling, I knew what she'd been doing, but I figured talking about it might get her hotter, and I wanted to embarass her a bit.
"I was watching a porno and masturbating," she said, "it's something I do a lot. Then I got dressed and answered the door." She stuck her tongue out at me and crossed her arms under her breasts, hunching forwards in her seat like a stubborn child.
"Was that everything?" I asked. Her nipples were still tight from being rubbed against the table and her tanktop was pulled tight against them.
"I made myself a sandwich and ate it, okay? You've proved you can make me tell you embarassing things."
"If you're as into submission as all that I'd think you'd enjoy being unable to lie to me."
"I, I" She abruptly grabbed the hem of her top. "I am horny as hell, and sweaty, and since I can't mind if you look at me I'm getting out of these dirty clothes!"
She proceeded to pull her tanktop over her head and drop it on the floor, then shook her hair back and put her hands wide on the table. "So, like the view?"