I stopped a moment, you know, almost everything she'd done had a familiar feel to it, almost as if I knew? Snapping my fingers, of course! A mile away... I felt her lurch over from the snap I'd just done. Smiling, I remembered, she might be linked, for now, but they were still my abilities not hers. I was well used to them, she'd only seen me use them. Thinking harder, I reached out as far as I dared, yup! It was her, my ex-wife. Told you I was a sucker for a tight ass and hers was always the. I had held back everything I didn't want to say. I dangled hope in front of her, but with little room for negotiation.There was nothing pleasant or elevating about what I had just done. I had pummeled her with my words as surely as if I had used my fists. I could see the effect of my blows. After a while, she had simply absorbed them as I delivered. There was no sign of fight on her part.I should have felt better. I should have felt relieved, possibly even elated. I didn't. I did what I thought. But the other side of her thoughts, the side which had first compelledher to hold his stare, to move down the hill with the full intention ofmeeting Justin, wanted her to cry out to him, to tell him to take her,to rape her in any way he desired, right then and there.She could hear his booted feet moving back into the room. But Pam kepther eyes closed, her breath coming in short shallow gasps, her titsrising and falling like the lilting strains of music Franck had writtenfor moments just such as. This was exactly what Giselle wanted, and she kissed the smooth head with a smile.“Well, my African boy, now I can enjoy the smooth mushroom head properly,” she joked. “It has lost its Royal Hat - what a pity - it will be in my full view from now on”.Giselle took a napkin and wiped the excess cream from Mobu’s huge glans so she could start sucking his most sensitive organ. She grabbed with both hands his huge penis and started to bombard the bulbous head with soft and loud kisses, alternating.