That was the evidence that I was right. Of course, I swapped him back:I'm not cruel, I'm a nice guy, but you already know that.I could even teleport j...st a small part of their brain, the oneregared a specific knowledge. All I needed to do was to run a PET(Positron Emission Tomography) of their cerebral cortex, to find wherethat specific knowledge was, while they were thinking about it. Iwon't bore you with the mice experiments once again, but, of course, Iwas right.Slowly, I began human. My heart was pounded again, I’ve wanted this for so long. He continued with the pressure and I felt his finger ease into my arse. My body fought it but I relaxed and he entered further, slowly moving his finger in and out. It stung at first, but the longer he did it, the more pleasurable it became. I moaned against the gag and he pulled his finger out of my arse with a pop. “Now, slut, you are ready.” He placed his hand on my hips, positioning himself. I felt the tip of his, now hard, cock. Denise you know through Darla and me, more specifically me. You connected with the pedophile through Ellen, Jenny through Cheryl, and Tina's father through Tim. Are you feeling a sense of obligation because of the personal connection?" Yeah," he said and popped a homemade cookie into his mouth."Can you solve any of these problems without exposing the presence of your consciousness while on a trip?"He swallowed. "Probably, but scaring the bejesus out of some of the culprits offers the easiest. I moved closer to her nipple. She pulled back, so I pulled back. She moved closer, so I moved closer. We played our game of one-upmanship for several minutes, until the waitress arrived with more champagne.“God, you’re evil,” Wren finally said in my ear. “You have no idea how hot I am right now.”“Well, you know how hard I am.”She flashed a smug smile and sipped her champagne.After a while we headed to the dance floor again. She danced close and teased me with glimpses down her dress. She.