Harry's jaw drops as he's hit by confession after confession, a low moan sounding from his mouth and an insignificant bulge appearing in his pants. "N-No... No, this isn't happening. This can't be true..." He rambles. "T-They're controlling you..." Behind Jenny, Jetstream thrusts his hips at a steady pace, not yet overwhelming the blonde, though the way his cock stretches her walls and hammers against her cervix isn't exactly keeping her rational.
"This is real." Chastity appears from behind Harold, her hands stroking her brother-in-law's shoulders. "Look at your wife... Look how she adores it. This is the most genuine she's ever been with you." Her voice purrs, but Jenny can't feel any trace of psychic energy, meaning she's relying only on her persuasion. Her hands drop down, removing the pistol from Harold's limp hands, and then undoing the husband's trousers, revealing his manhood, what little of it there is, to be as hard as Jenny's ever seen it. "You like this, don't you..." She smirks. Even as Harold shakes his head, she keeps going. "You love watching the man you fear take your wife... But he's only after her body. Your wife's heart remains yours - but only if you accept what's happening. Now... You like this, don't you?" She grabs his hand, bringing it to his manhood.
"Jenny... Is this... What you truly want?" Harold looks her in the eye, and then he exhales hard. Eyes watching the lewd scene, he begins to stroke his cock.