From Kenny's point of view, that didn't trouble him, what did was the fact that Adam Sinclair didn't react to his trigger phrase either. Still, he was...'t a genius for nothing; he had to defend himself here with or without the help of mind control."You said that you first met me on a school computer course. When was that exactly?" asked Kenny."Ah, I don't know, maybe nine years ago?" said Sinclair."Time does funny things to our memories, Adam. I think you'll find it was closer to twelve years. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She turned to face me now. ‘This happens every year at Christmas Break. But this is the first time we couldn’t… cater just to these kids…’ Her voice trailed off. I smiled at her. ‘It’s okay.’ She cocked her head and smiled broadly. Full pouty lips outlined her straight white teeth. Becka was pretty woman, I decided. ‘Nobody complains to the owners?’ Becka sighed heavily. ‘That’s the owner’s son under table three.’ She flicked her head towards the man as two busboys arrived to. Again I was 7 so it wasnt a sexual thing to me I just wanted to see his cock like that again and "I" thought that he wouldnt get that I was being sneaky about it. He didnt really say anything and we just watched tv for awhile. but I would sneak a look every few minutes and he continued to masturbate under his robe. I cant say what was going through his head but as an adult now I am sure he was trying to decide in his mind what to do next. Or maybe he had planned this all along and was just. "I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. "Tell me what you want, Dan," he panted."Cum on my face. Oh God, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please, Mark. Please. Please." I ranted.I watched his.