Does it surprise you that my main use of mind reading is for satisfying my own voyeur tendencies? Should I be out interrogating prisoners? Frankly, I'... not interested in conflicts, either between nations or cops and robbers. I don't owe them anything and have no reason to not just enjoy myself. But knowing what people are thinking about you isn't always fun. I usually want to know, especially if a guy is lusting for me. But if he isn't, and should be, than I guess I'd have been happier not. She jumped down from her horse and tried to find an entrance.“This is it! It’s the end of the path, we’re here. This castle must be what everyone was talking about!” Elle had a feeling this was the forbidden place where one goes but never returns. She wasn’t scared, she knew something special was awaiting her.Elle tied her horse to the fence and left him some snacks and water. She made her way to the side of the castle searching for a way in. She was intensely drawn in by the mystery and magic. Oh my goddess!" The new believer tried to bow, causing him to fall over.Rosa steadied him. "You've changed too. You've got a great big cock, that needs draining."Here, let me untie you." Rosa got behind Carlos, and quickly loosened his bonds.As soon as his hands were untied, Carlos reached for his cock."Don't do that!" cried Rosa.Carlos whimpered, but stopped.Rosa pointed down at her drooling twat. "Because, as horny as you are, I'm not far behind. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. "Put it all in." She said."It won't fit sweetie, maybe some day. But for now..." and I began going at her. Slow at first, and only an inch or so, in and out. Soon faster. As my pace quicken, so did the stroke, and soon I was going the full length of the shaft, or at least all she could take. Then her legs fell away wide, and her eyes seemed lost in pleasure. Her small body shook with each thrust, and every stroke elicited a pleasurable groan, followed by a small whimper as I pulled back. I.