" I want you to think about all the kinky adventures I've taken you on.Think about the leather, the chains. Think about the hours you get tospend lock...d in your special cage, or the hours of predicament bondageyou've enjoyed. Think about the hours you spend worshiping my body. Thinkabout all the things I do to you that get you so fucking hot, get you sofucking deep into your own depravity you can't even speak. Do you thinkyou can live without that?"She seductively kisses and licks my ear,. Her arm was moving, but Cindy couldn't see her hand. It didn't occur to her to ask Dick what to do. Instead she said "Be right back," and scampered over to peer over Denise's shoulder. Denise had her hand wrapped firmly around her father's penis, and was sliding it up and down the stiff stalk. Cindy could see the loose skin on the outside moving, uncovering the head, which looked like Dick's, when it was uncovered, and then covering it up again when her hand came up. Denise looked up at her. It seems quite foolish.”“I think the problem is that most people are not telepathic gifted and to them it’s more or less unexplainable magic. I include myself in that group.”“I believe this would be the moment a human sighs. Your opposition and distrust to anything psionic is also quite illogical, especially since you carry more tan just great potential.”“After our mission, I promise to look into that, but right now I rather maintain my own illusion as it would add to all the distractions I. Her original intention had been to wait to look at his bookmarked sites, but here she was with a browser open…and the room to herself. Glancing up at the door and straining her ears, she tried to listen for the sound of the water running. To her delight, she could certainly hear it still going strong. Deviously, she moused over to one of the links and clicked it…immediately pulling up a site dedicated to frumpy and fat middle-aged women. “Holee shit, Joel,” she blurted a bit louder than she.