April could feel a tingling through out her body, but couldn’t place what it was. Withing minutes her lips were equal to the great Angelina’s. He ...inished his drink and left the money on the table. He moved to join her. ‘Hello April.’ He said. ‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’ April asked. ‘Well I am Lord Donovan. And for how, well… I am a Mind Walker.’ ‘A what?’ She questioned. ‘Oh, dear. Mind Walker, telepath, psychic, same job, different names. And as for you, no more questions.’. A few more grunts and the recording finished. Then a voice call entered. Luckily, he had lowered the ringer volume so no one heard. He picked the call and heard the now familiar voice‘Listen again’ The juices mixing in her vulva while being fingered resounded on his ears, making him sex-frenzy while he thought he would come any minute, without further stimulation. She spoke again and her voice had a menacing tone ‘Listen to me, you little bastard. Start stroking your fucking dick and let me. Tonight I am going to fuck my fantasy stranger.I'm walking towards you as you walk into your home. You leave the door open and I follow hesitantly. I'm out of my element now since I have never gone home with a stranger before. You are now grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge without asking if I want a drink. I take a glass anyways and you lead me into your room. Not a word has been spoken. We both know what I am here for. Slowly you approach me and slide-open the buttons on my blouse one. After I got placed on the bed on my back, Allister removed his tank top. His torso was hairy with a generous garden path that broadened on its southern journey. Upon discarding his shoes and socks, he stood and began dispensing with his jeans. As I looked at him in his underpants, his legs were as large as I had deduced but hairier and more muscular than I had anticipated. Allister’s Y-front underpants were restraining which looked like an ample erect cock. I was both pleased and concerned.