He let his hand run down my cheek, stroking my collarbone until he slowly cupped my breast, feeling my nipple harden under his gentle fingers. He coo...d softly against my mouth, my hands rising to cup his face, as his hand slipped inside my loose shirt, caressing my skin as he felt the thin, silky material of my bra. He moved his lips from mine, kissing gently across my jawbone, down my neck as his touch moved inside my bra, touching my hard nipple as I — ‘Fran? FRAN, are you THERE?’ I snapped. Longer than that and you would be dead. Wanna know how I know these things?"I didn't. He helped me back into my chair."That's gratitude for you." He said as he walked back around his desk and sat down. "I invite you here to explain the rules and within the first minute you break the most cardinal one."He pointed a pencil at me. "Boy, you NEVER try to read another telepath. Especially if your shields are for shit."As soon as he had started yelling I knew he was another mind reader. So that part. I smile at him,"Do my best",I say.We get talking about knowing each other at school & nobody knowing Jamie is Gay.After a few drinks in the kitchen we join the party,myself feeling more confident with the situation after my chat with Jamie,I get to dance with some of the girls & with some of the guys,I must say,Marks male friends are all good looking guys,i,m beginning to fancy a few of them,wishing it was 100% Gay party,some Straights amongst the guests,but not bothered with Gays amongst. My fingers removed, I raise them in front of you. You stare at it, your juices glistening on the tip. I wipe my finger on your neck, like perfume. The flowery fragrance of your Armani Code mixed now with a musky, earthier, needier scent.Your only response is to groan softly, silently willing my fingers to return. And return they do. Pushed roughly inside your knickers, my hand cupping your sex. Two fingers pushed inside you, fingers curled round, pressing on your wet velvet walls as I take you.