The fingers were met with resistance, something pushing them out as three long, slick tendrils emerged, each with a knot, and a bumpy, pointed cockhead on the end.
She rested her hands on the woman's chest, her hands caressing the woman's breasts. She opened her mouth, allowing the third tendril to slip into her mouth.
"Your lab coat and his food, lacing with pheromones and arousal drugs, respectively. Nothing strong enough to cause rape, but enough that if you held an interest, it would offer opportunity."