It is everywhere, but is strongest where living beings gather. Everything gives off a bit of this energy, and it accumulates over time."You are able t... see, decipher and utilize this energy, up to a point in the past. Thusly you are able to see or travel to the distant past. The mechanism in your brain that recognizes and uses this energy does not, or cannot, recognize energy of the future. Your future self decided it had to do with living through whatever changes and fluctuations happened in. OK. Shit. OK, mate, but I wanna hit her. I gotta punch her.' 'No. No. What's wrong with you? No.' Brad pressed his hand to the small of her back, like lining up the bottom of her spine and drove his knuckles into her vertebrea. He just had to hit her. He couldn't restrain himself any longer from the years of fantasy about doing it. Punching a beautiful, helpless woman. She gasped and wailed out. 'No. No, God no, don't beat me. Don't hit me anymore.' 'Then get. As I mentioned, Joe was the typical stocky, muscular guy and I'm sure Lori was hot to trot for her darkly attractive young husband. Lori was beautiful and I actually found myself wondering how Joe had managed to get her to marry him. That night when Joe and Lori came to my place, I noticed that she was wearing a nice pair of shorts and a button-up blouse that fit her breasts tastefully but just right in order to emphasize that this sexy young bride had at least B-cup sized breasts. I found. Humiliation burned with excitement through my veins at her obscenely arrogant position, that beautiful look on her face just enslaving me. I moved my mouth down over her freshly comed out cunt, and waited like the obedient toilet she had turned me into without even asking. I could no longer see her face, but I could still envision the self-satisfied look on it as she began to piss in the mouth that had just served her so selflessly. There are no words that can adequately describe what it feels.