And I didn't belong on a paper route anyway; I belonged in the theater and on the student newspaper.So that was it. I could not refute her. In every w...y, she was correct. But I was not content with it.Two days later, on a Saturday when I knew long distance rates were low, I asked Mom if I could make a call to New York and pay for it with my own money. Mom said yes. I dialed Martha's number. No answer. Two hours later I dialed again, late in the afternoon.It was Ronnie who answered, with a. Garden-variety mind-controlling telepath. He had some skill, but was nothing really to write home about, except for the fact that he was extremely sensitive to psychic probes. Anyone trying to read his mind was quickly crippled by a wash of painful memories--their own, in addition to the many he had gathered from previous victims. This had to be dealt with delicately. That was why I had been chosen.I was sitting at an outdoor restaurant, making sure everyone ignored me, when he came out of the. She came in, carrying an outfit, and stood in the open door waiting for me to undress. Excited beyond reason, I found myself stripping before her silent command, and then letting her wrap me in a corset, then stockings. She led me out into the store, to stand before the mirrors I just realized were not in the dressing rooms. And that’s about when my mind caught up to my excitement, and I found myself standing in an open store with barely anything on, completely on display. Not just for my boss,. “I’ll make you cum bucks, Diane! I promise”“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Make me cum big daddy! Fuck your white slut!”The African-American used all the weapons he knew to bring Diane to where she wanted. He changed positions once again, now fucking her side ways and holding her legs the best he could so he make her pussy wet again. Once again, the mature lady loved the attention her stud gave to her.“Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Diane! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”He could.