Neither seemed aware that I was there in the hot Texas night, watching the sordid drama in the parking lot. My cock throbbed as I sensed the heat in t...em both — no reason could tell me that I was not a part of this. I *WANTED* to partake, to get *MY* share of that young blonde’s mouth — and maybe more. I stepped out of my pants, hard, and stepped up behind the couple, touching the dominant woman’s cheek and signalling for silence. Our eyes met. She was obviously on something, pretty far gone —. I still practiced my hand to hand with Tom, but I also practiced my other abilities, too. I could now move a hundred pounds easily, more if I concentrated, but it caused me a severe headache afterwards. My perception of people I was looking for improved to a very clear picture, and I now had sound, also. My range when I was doing this was of course worldwide.What was interesting, was the limit on how far my 'point of view' could separate from the person, once I established contact. It had. Stevies hot breath was in my ear. Then his tongue. Goose bumps ran down my spine. The goose bumps ran straight to my cock. His tongue was on my lips, lapping at my spilled blood. Biting at my mouth, bringing fresh blood. He greedily sucked at my blood. A skinny white vampire. I tried to moan my pain. My mouth hurt like hell, but his tongue was in my mouth, and I kissed him passionately. Saliva and blood. What was wrong with me? Frenching this son of a bitch faggot who was beating the shit out. I suspected that once we got into the games room things would really hot up. I did realise just how hot it would get. I could see Alfred was getting restless. Finally he said “ok everybody. I think it is time to move”. We all got up and follow him and Sharon down the hallway and into this large room. And it was large, very large. There were a couple of couches, a couple of lounge chairs, several mattresses on the floor and subtle lighting. “Ok feel free to get undressed” said Alfred.It wasn’t.