Imagine a sprained ankle. Your mind will need time to heal and recover, much as would that sprain. If you will not allow me to help you, let your mind...rest, then begin as you would with the ankle – gentle use initially.Those thoughts, as with all the rest, were what Jeff's mind interpreted from the massive intelligence that had somehow seen fit to make him her commander. Her thought processes, however, were not nearly as simple as speech, but instead, conveyed in-depth concepts that Jeff's mind. She asked him to move to the middle over the sofa where she straddled his hips and started to grind her bulging pussy lips on his lap as she pulled her tits from her basque and fed them one at a time into his waiting mouth. I have never seen her act so sexy its obvious she is really lost in he moment, her head is back as I watch her moving her hips to and fro on his lap, and then I see his big bulge as his cock is straining to get free from his jeans. She can feel it too as its pushing her wet. As far as he knew, he had always been here and had always intended to come here, to whatever this place was. The chamber he was in looked like a luxury hotel room. He was sitting on a leather sofa that had to be worth two grand, minimum. There was another one facing him across from a glass-topped coffee table on which rested a small wooden box and a lighter. There was what looked like a coffee dispenser at the far end of the room, opposite from him, situated beneath a large mirror mounted in. Her hand descends to her groin, rests lightly against shaved lips. The male onlookers stroke burgeoning members. The only sound comes from a distance, people playing further along the beach, splashing in the waves.After a while, the man rolls on to his back. The young woman takes his flaccid penis in her hand, watching intently as she works on it with long, slow movements. Her grip is gentle, with only minimal contact, but it has its intended effect. Satisfied, she bends her head and.