#4 and #5 nuzzled affectionately at Damon's cock through his pants."That's right." Damon said, putting the two slaves to sleep. He levitated them and ...ay them on their backs on the table. Touching his hands to any part of their bodies he didn't want hair to grow, he killed the follicles with psi ability, leaving them bald in those places. He then put his hands on the girls' chests and redirected what scant fat cells he could find to their breasts. The board watched in awe as each girl's breasts. Nothing. No buzzer sound. No lights.Deborah shook her head as she tried to concentrate. "How about ... V?"The two boys turned slowly back to Deborah. "What?" they asked in unison."V?" She repeated sheepishly, losing more confidence.It was too good to be true. Vic thought back to his message. "Deborah, honestly a V? Of all the letters a V? I can't believe a smart girl like you would guess that."Rick was taken back with Vic's snappiness. He wasn't off base at all, but it was unusually aggressive. "I would certainly like to provide you with as much pleasure as I can."She decided not to answer that one. It could lead to too much, for all the carefully innocent wording. She studied the half-visible fish that swam by the boat, and hoped the blush she felt did not show.When they were a little past the middle of the lake, she said, "Are you just going to the other side? I've never been there that I remember, but it doesn't look much different. More trees, maybe." No, I'm not," he said. "Not. " "You just gonna sit there and let this opportunity pass you by loser?" It was that final insult, "What are you man? a doer or a dreamer?" that finally spurred him into action. Dammit, those all-tempting curves were now less than a foot away! Drawing his own blanket up to chest level, so as to hide all trace of his imminent digital exploratory, his hand inched his way beneath the coarse material. Studying her face for the least sign of wakefulness his fingers had encroached to.