They’re all gone. They’re not there. They’re not even in the picture, at least not part of your picture. It’s just you and her. They have no i...ea that you’re cerebrally connected with her. They’re not part of your imagination unless you want them to be. There’s no one here but you and her. Now imagine her wearing dress pants with a blouse, jeans with a crop top, or a short skirt with a low cut blouse. This is your sexual fantasy and not her sexual fantasy. It’s up to you to dress her anyway. At the same time she felt the 'hands' on her inner thighs move inward and form themselves around the swelling folds of her labia. Their 'thumbs' pressed and swirled her rigid organ of joy in ecstatic circles.Susan instinctively spread her legs and hunched down. Her hips bucked forward as jolts of pleasure shot throughout her body. Susan's wide open eyes still saw nothing in front of her or around her. Her mind and body no longer cared about the 'whys' or 'hows', only what 'they' were doing to. Within the guild, Thumbs also nominally led a faction of the younger and more aggressive thugs and roaring boys who thought that they desired a larger slice of the city's pie, and were quite willing to butcher fat merchants and bleed them dry until they got it. The current guildmaster was more of a traditionalist that worked to keep the status quo, avoiding violence and thusly avoiding interference from both the local vigiles and the governor. Fear, civil unrest and violence were bad for. There was a note on her pillow that said she would be swimming across the street if I needed her. Across the street? With that hot couple in the nice house? I wondered how they had meet, because they werent the sort of people I usually run with, or that Sissy is used to meeting. They drive Volvos and wear ties and dresses. My friends ride bikes and wear tee shirts. I knocked on the screen door to their front porch, but there was no answer. The door to the house was swung open, so I let myself.