Tillman don't tell my mom, I'll do what ever you want me to do to make things right, I'll cut your grass for free all summer."Then she stepped back an... looked down at my crotch. She gasped, with her hand over her mouth. "Oh MY GOD! You even have an erection!" she cried.She was right, my cock had not lost its will, and it was still bulging out. I was really embarrassed. I just stood there. It was quiet in the room for a moment. Then she said "Ok Will, I'm not going to tell your mom this time."I. Your eyes pop open a bit further as you just realize what the implications of this voice are. Her movements earlier were not a coincidence, she could hear every word you said, you were the director, and now the roles have flipped. You recover, and stare back at your focal point of where you think her eyes would be and trace your hands over your body. You start with your arms. Starting at your shoulder and softy rubbing all the way down past your elbow to your hand then back up again, repeating. "How did you do this, Lloyd?" I don't know," I muttered, thinking I was starting to sound like a broken record. "Honestly! You were right beside me the entire time." I could see the wheels turning in her mind."You know," Alexandra mused, "if you accept this is happening at all, it's a lot more likely they're somehow being influenced than it is that all these people just coincidentally have nearly identical opinions." That's just what I think!" burst out Susan, as if hearing the words had. It was time for another evening with Binky, who for some unknown reason Tim had found he loved the whole idea of watching his friend in action with his beloved wife. Having told her of this new fantasy and her having firstly apologised for being carried away last time, she ‘reluctantly’ agreed to sharing her body with the well -hung Binky, yet again, emphasising it was Tim`s idea…! So, arrangements were made by telephone that very afternoon with Binky to spend a whole weekend with them, sex was.