The taxi driver did not seem to understand my request for him to take me toPigalle and I knew it wasn't my french which was the problem. It turnedout...he was Romanian.I wrote it down for him but when we reached the Place de la Concorde, whichI had seen pictures of, I realised I had to get out a map because I knew weshould be nowhere near there. After thirty minutes we eventually got toPigalle and I was left wondering if I would have been quicker to go bytrain, I have since learnt that I would. "We know you have potential but you can't read me without permission. It's my parental prerogative. You are strong, however, and I'm not sure I'll be able to resist once you learn to harness the energies at your disposal. Use them wisely, son, and they will open many doors for you."Her hand resumed its gentle rhythm and she leaned down to brush her lips over the head, flicking her tongue swiftly on him. Jimmy groaned and tried to push her head lower onto his burning flesh but felt her mind. ”“That sounds so cool. How many more members are you looking for?”“We’re not evangelical – it’s not a recruiting agency. It’s just the three of us and the two husbands – John and your father. Richard is a bit of a stick in the mud so we felt it better to not even bring him into our circle. Robin doesn’t have a problem with that.”“Am I part of the pact now?”“I don’t know - we haven’t had any other thoughts on others joining. I talked to your mother just after you came over this morning and she. But that's okay. You can cum on my dick. I'll give you rapture.”Her snatch clenched on my dick. She hissed, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth. “You are aggravating.”“So aggravating,” I groaned. “Gods, yes, work that cunt, naga-slut. I'm going to give you all that cum you crave.”She hissed louder, squeezing about my body. I just grinned. I had her distracted. I just had to find a way to get out of her embrace. She shuddered against me, her pussy rippling about my dick as our flesh.