I only ever found that energy when I tricked someone into making it by doing something they shouldn’t with bad things. The last time someone caught ...e. They came back in here with me. I liked them, and they were very friendly until they weren’t. I was naughty, so they had to punish me. The people tricked me using the energy I had gotten to send them from here. They weren’t powerful like you. I only wanted the girl to get to feel good like she wanted. You made them all feel great how they never. One afternoon, we had a few drinks while getting ready to go out "the beach" a regular hot spot for tourist to go for dancing and mingling. She put on high heels, a sheer fluffy mini white skirt, a sexy top that had a plunging neck line all the way to her magnificent cleavage. She was making me horny as we continued drinking and flirting. She asked if she was sexy enough and I replied hell ya all the guys are going to drool over you tonight. But will they get hard for me? Yes, they will get. She thought of Doctor Samuel Harris, the bane of her existence. She begged and pleaded with him to give her extra credit and to give her one more chance at making things right. She was in two of his classes, one on Thursday nights, and the other on Friday evenings. Candice knew he would willingly trade sex for grades, she’d seen it in his eyes when she went to their last conference. She had purposely worn one of her most revealing outfits that bordered on the edge of indecent. He couldn’t keep. She needed to act as much the whore as she could, revelling in the lecherous faces gazing at her most intimate places. No longer playing with her clit, Helen finger-fucked herself, driving two fingers deep into her cunt, keeping her hand angled to be sure that her audience could see them plunging in and out. She was, she knew, behaving completely out of character, but that is what she needed, to act the slut and enjoy it. She squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave marks, thrust her fingers.