After a few minutes of the slow saunter of the horse, I felt a fat stick in his pants get harder. He put his hand on my stomach, pushing my back up ag...inst him. "Mmmmm your ass feels mighty nice," he whispered in my ear. His hands slowly moved up my torso. He ran his palms up my chest and lightly took hold of my large breasts. He played with them and breathed in my ear. He started to undo the buttons on my blouse and when he got to the middle one, he began to squeeze my breasts again through. Just like we’ve been doing day-by-day over the last twenty years.”I could see that Jill was now feeling a lot better about things, but the look on her face told me we weren’t fully out of the woods yet. Her furrowed brow told me there were still doubts she needed to discuss. Only having to wait a few moments before she asked me the question that was still gnawing away in her brain.“Honey, are we doing the right thing? You know, after everything that happened with Chris? We both got so carried. Being in a gay friendly neighborhood of the city, it usually attracted a nice crowd.Tonight, I was feeling good about it. I had on a new, tight fitting v-neck shirt, ripped jeans, and, just in case, my favorite pale blue thong. I grabbed my wallet, a thing of poppers, and I headed out for the bar. Something in the air made it feel like tonight would be my lucky night.I walk in around 9 PM, and the DJ already has a fast dance song going. I quickly order a drink as soon as I walk in, and go to. This was a conscious ability, not something that just happened, they knew they could do it and had used this power to improve their lives, and mine. This ability had been reinforced in me, I could, just by thinking at a person, get them to do whatever I wanted, and unlike hypnosis I could actually change the way people acted and felt permanently.My parents had educated me well in the cautious use of my abilities, pointing out that there were limits to what I could do and how many people I could.