It's more like taking a more active role in the management of our own brains." I've heard of some marvellous things happening. Religious Yogis have be...n reported to lay on a bed of nails, immerse themselves in freezing water and some were even known to communicate with others with similar training."I said, "Our commune has done some research into the way the mind works. We found that it can do some things that cannot be explained through the standard physics that we took in school." What have. It was Kim's mom.Kim's mom Diana was a beautiful, cool, and sexy, brunette, aged forty. She looked about thirty, Angel thought, always feeling warm in her cunt whenever Kim's mom was in her presence. She loved the way Diana smiled, her perfect white teeth so even and sexy revealing little flashes of pink gums above them that Angle wanted to run her randy tongue over. Diana had pointy breasts that she knew would just fill her small hands, and, she imagined, huge nipples that would pop up. ..Time this bitch learnt who’s the boss around here! Pumping her head for all I'm worth, my hands full of her thick, stiff, long, peroxide curls, a heady mixture of lust and repulsion swirling round my brain, I shoot my load down her throat. She's gagging, but to her credit swallowing, and I hold her head firm as I proceed to empty the contents of my ball sac into her mouth. “Fuuuuck!” is all I can gasp.A few more twitches and I’m spent and Abbi stands up to kiss me and I respond. A guy answered the door, he looked at me and said, “You must be Debbie’s dog. I am Dhruv!”He locked the door behind me. He was easily 6 ft, fair and muscular. He was a typical north Indian guy. I thought, “What a lucky guy”.“Slave!!” I heard mistress Debbie’s voice. She came out of the bedroom. She was wearing only a t-shirt and her hair was all messy, apparently, from all the rough sex she was having.As soon as she saw me, she asked me to undress. Now Dhruv was sitting right there on the sofa..