The world was safe from her. At first it had just been simple things like settling arguments in the school yard or forcing the teacher to give her a g...od grade. But when she blossomed into womanhood, it escalated quickly. It wasn’t long before she was taking over the minds of boys she lusted after and making them pleasure her endlessly. But when the simplicity of it grew dull, her control was shelved more and more often. When she graduated high school, she had grown accustom to rarely using. He was at least 6 feet tall and had a normal build with a handsum face. He smiled and took a few steps closer to her till he was less than a foot away "GET BACK!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" He smiled and reached out his hand and touched her face. his hand was cold yet gentle as he slowly moved down to her neck and with a strong pull, tore away the top of her disguise showing her red and gold breastplate and blue trunks. Yet the action didn't seem to be meant to harm her, just removing the old. I thought I was done, as I felt like I had already gone too far. He then said something I never thought I would hear. He asked me if I thought it was fair that I helped him twice, and he hasn't helped me even once. I asked him "How would you do that, honey." And he told me to lie down. I was already flustered, but as soon as he pulled at my pants, I lost it. I bet I looked like a wreck as he did it. He got down between my legs and ate me out. I had to cover my mouth with a pillow, as I was far. Her personality, her artistic nature, her body, that perplexing, disarming smile she deployed to such devastating effect. But I had a unique weakness for one particular part of her. It was one thing that I thought she'd never find out about, one need that I could barely even admit to myself. I was hopelessly attracted to her feet. Those glorious sculptures of womanly perfection; her ten endlessly enticing dancing digits. My kryptonite.I don't where it came from, that most shocking of desires. I.