Mike slept in an oversized storage closet that had no windows or lights.There was a power outlet but no light. Mike's bed was an oversized dogbed and ... simple and thin blanket.Mike could not complain. If he did, he was beaten by James.Their mother, Laura died four years earlier. When she was alive, she didtry to help Mike as much as she could. James was just as hard on her ashe was Mike.Laura did let Mike to build a tree house and keep a cat as a pet. Thecat was a first class mouser. But when. "Want to scan your apartment for surveillance equipment?" Linda wondered."Can your power do that also?" Clive wondered perplexed."No, I would not know what to look for," Linda agreed. "My friend Carol on the other hand has a girlfriend that is a cop. She would know how to locate such equipment." Can we really ask her for help? I suspect she would not like to get involved, would she?" Clive wondered."Maybe not, but I just thought that this might be a way for us to learn more about these stalking. ”She looked up at me. I bent over, tasting her lips. She groaned, rubbing her flat belly against my rod. Her tongue played with mine. Her firm breasts pressed against me, nipples stiffening as I suckled on her tongue. “Mmm,” she sighed into my mouth. “Goddd,” she wrapped her arms around my neck, then pulled away. She took my hand.I expected her to take me to my bedroom, but instead she went to my couch. That’s when I did the math - she was right between her periods like she had been a month. “Shouldn’t we do something,” she hissed.The maitre d’hôtel shook his head. “Let’s just see where this is going,” he said, enjoying the show.Back at the table, Raoul’s sweatshirt was followed in short order by his sweatpants. These, too, tore away just as easily, revealing the nude body beneath; but here, Raoul was more naturally male, sporting an impressively thick erection that he stroked with one hand whilst he pinched at his nipples with the other, all the while staring directly at.