Her eyes scanned the room and they stopped just for an instant and our eyes met for the first time. Her stern face twitched slightly, could that have ...een a smile, well my heart said so. Her eyes stopped for that split second then her they moved on."Who's he?" I asked the barman when he brought my drink."That's Mr Leaman," he said, "owner of the club and everything in it." Oh, thanks," I said and sipped my watered down whisky."You're not thinking of messing with him are you?" the barman leaned. She reached down and lightly stroked my clit. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.“An orgasm,” I said softly, again looking back down at the ground.“That’s right, slave suzy,” she said. “On the twelfth ball... and not before... you are going to have a big noisy orgasm right here in front of everybody.”I looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.“Then,” she continued, “you are going to thank me for that orgasm.” She smiled, “In fact,. This time, it’ll be even easier. It’ll all be in Italian, so we don’t need the translators.”Helen speaks, as far as we know, every language that there is, so in a setting where she might be called upon to do so, Rita works with translators and hidden microphones to fake Helen’s talent.Being able to control minds brings with it confidence; the knowledge that you have an Ace-in-the-Hole in practically every situation. That confidence could cause you to do a lot of stupid things with it. Unless. I hugged her from behind. She called me naughty. She was wearing a short skirt and an overcoat. She was so beautiful in it and I knew she wanted to tease me.I sat on the sofa she came and sat on my lap and placed my right hand on her thigh. I was turned on by now she felt my hard cock. She asked me of this. I told I am so turned on hearing this she kissed me very tightly and touching my cock over my pant. I was completely lost but I controlled myself.She removed her overcoat there was a white.