"Okay, okay," I nearly wept. "Just please don't hurt me”.He let me go and I quickly handed over my purse, removed a gold chain necklace and a few ri...gs, handing them over into his waiting hand. "Is that all, bitch, just forty dollars?" He asked after searching inside my purse."I think we deserve a little more than forty fucking bucks for all of our trouble". He looked at his friend, who nodded. "So, you're a poor bitch, huh? We can make a deal, if you have no money." "You suck my dick,. I started giving her stokes after strokes she was moaning like she was hungry for sex from decades. She was moaning like aaaaahhhh aaaaaa aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh …..Now we changed our position to doggy style. We were facing dressing mirror in front of us so it excited me more to watch me and aunty in mirror while fucking. I watched her boobs hanging like mangoes and was giving her strokes. her ass was so fair I pressed it while stroking. I felt hands on my body,on my breasts, then down my front to my vagina. They started stroking it,gently. “Harder,” she repeated. I got the needle up a little more.I felt her kneel right next to me, practically leaning against my body.“Harder and I’ll…” she said, and suddenly her hand vibrated! Just likein the office before. Then the vibration was gone. “Now, harder, and I’llturn it on,” she whispered in my ear. I sucked. It wasn’t until her parents had sought out the aid of Professor Charles Xavier, an expert on mental trauma suggested by her doctor, that she was able to emerge from the introverted state she had retreated into.Unknown to her parents, Charles Xavier was also a mutant, possibly the most powerful telepath the world had ever known. Using his own abilities, he helped Jean set up psychic shields in her mind. A safeguard until the day when she would be mature enough to handle her powers. Additionally,.