”He then leaned against me. His arm was against mine. Oh how smooth and sensual his skin felt against mine. My body tingled. He placed his other han... on my leg just above my knee. I froze. He whispered in my ear.“Just one thing.” He said as he placed his hand on my bare chest and rested his cheek on my shoulder. How could I resist that? “You do things to me.” I stuttered.I could feel his hand begin to move. He gently rubbed my chest all over, traced the contours of my abs with his fingers, and. Aren’t they beautiful?” She kept her hand on top of the girl’s, squeezing and forcing her to knead the big firm breasts. Her other hand slid up Katy’s leg until it cupped her sparsely haired blonde cunt. Katy gasped.“Don’t! Please, that’s not right.” “Not right! That’s pretty rich coming from a little slut who just swallowed my dog’s spunk.” she ran her palm over the soft hair of Katy’s pubes. “Very nice. I haven’t had a tender pussy like this to play with in ages. Did the dog make you wet I. “I was born in Martinique,” she began. “Do you know where that is?” Roger nodded. “My mother was a slave, brought as a child to the island from Africa. I am told my father was white, but I never knew him. To judge by my color, I’m not really sure he was white. At the time, my owner was a successful businessman. It didn’t matter in the end whether my father was white or black. I was still a slave from birth, but my owner saw that I was educated by the same tutors who gave lessons to his other. This was easier to think of, than to do. I knew if I could see and use my gift in a new way, then gathering the energy should be possible.In the meantime, I practiced with my newfound ability. I am afraid that a lot of people thought I was probably a little crazy. I would latch onto a particular time line, and start following the events and people in it.Thus it was that I could be seen walking around town with a sort of vacant expression on my face. I can't tell you how often I was stopped from.