You should be able to hear it in your ear pieces."We all nodded. This was going to be harder than I thought."Let's give it a go," Jonothon said. "We'l... practice a few times. Onceyou guys have it down, we can start filming, okay?"So that's what we did. It was awkward at first. I hadn't realized howmuch I relied on the feedback that came through the ear piece I woreduring my performances. It was unnerving having a completely differentsound coming through my ears. All of us had difficulty. He remembered being able to select targets and such with a thought. And Brash had already demonstrated an ability to do information retrieval, considering he had pulled several songs from Merton’s iPod and played them in Merton’s head. A moment later, he heard Brash gasp. What happened next was utterly disquieting and completely discombobulating. Merton felt as if his entire body had been grabbed. But it wasn’t just his skin. No.His bones felt as if something had them in a vice grip. He felt. She tried to brace herself, to shift position, but she was frozen. Her legs wouldn't move, nor her arms. With no warning, the car was on the ground. She never felt the change in direction; there was just a loud smack! and the car stopped moving. Pain suffused her and she began to cry. Simon, please, find me, please, hurry. The thought ran through her mind in a loop but she couldn't move again, this time trapped by her seatbelt and the weight of the vehicle. How long would she lay here until. She felt her legs been parted and bent at her knees before Winstons long arms reached around the back of her leg hoisting them towards his shoulders. It was a good job she was supple, her legs had now been level her head almost bending her in two. Spread enough so her tits were still on display for Winston and the body at the end of the table. Her pussy exposed for all to see and crucially so was her asshole. The movement on the table had basically left Jemma directly looking over her mums.