I felt someone pulling at my cunt lips, tugging on them roughly while fingers entered my hole, I felt myself getting wetter and starting to moan, I wa... really enjoying it. After awhile the stranger got off my face and they both swapped positions, the stranger pulling my cunt lips, fingering my cunt hole and stretching me open and the other guy on my face telling me to lick his ass too.Then it all stopped. My eyes were still covered and I felt something rubbing on my cunt and then someone’s cock. I saw his hand move to his crotch where an obvious bulge was showing. Mike was taller and bigger built than me. Without thinking I looked at him and said, “ That looks uncomfortable why not slip out of your jeans?” In a moment they were off and he stood in his boxers with a lovely uncut 7-inch cock poking out. I was fascinated by it and almost in a daze walked over and took it in my hand. Mike let out a low moan. I slowly began to wank his cock. His hands began to rub my silk covered arse and I. People just walked on by without a second glance if that was what he wished them to do. Sometimes he wanted them to see. Needless to say, he had experimented quite a bit. After the first few days he became fearful. He didn’t know why but he somehow believed that if he used these powers frivolously some ultra-cosmic being would appear in a blinding flash of light and punish him for his hubris. Sure he had used his persuasive talents to satisfy his sexual needs with a few women. It was so easy,. “Well, Peter, what do you want?” Claire snapped, feeling annoyed that he’d come at all. The divorce had nearly run its six weeks, and now he had come at the eleventh hour to confuse things. She saw him flinch at her cold abruptness and after a brief sense of satisfaction she felt guilty.“Not very kind or welcoming, Claire.” His voice still had a touch of that superior reproving tone as if talking to a child.“I don’t feel ‘welcoming’. I wrote letters to you and got no reply. I invited you for.