The instructor can’t track coffee stains on a white carpet.”“Daddy, are you God, or at least a god?” Ellen asked.I chuckled before saying, “... ask myself that a lot, sweetheart. Those I have asked what they thought said depends on what makes qualities make someone or something a god. Who knows, maybe I am. There are things I can do that no one else can do. The one that scares me the most is that I can store the energy of many suns inside me and not touch my maximum limits. Some have told me that. The whole area is brightly lit. I spread my feet apart and my pussy is fully visible, and I wish that somebody was watching me. It is exciting to be there, to be visible for anyone passing to see a slut standing in the window fingering herself.I rub slowly with a firm well practice stroke. I am silent with my lower lip sucked in. The sensations wash over me like a warm shower. My breathing is regular just a little heavier. I think of Roger’s cock in me and I hope that someone can see me. " She paused,keeping my attention riveted on her."Very soon," she went on, "with your next treatment, the changes willaffect your mind and your emotions even more profoundly than these firstchanges affected your body."I nodded, a little puzzled since I felt like my mind was already quitedazed by what was happening to me."Zhang is very impressed with you," Suzi told me with a wink that let meknow what a big deal that was. "We think you're ready for the nextstep."She paused, giving me a chance. Psychologists are now telling us that “Our sense of smell and our emotional experience are fundamentally interconnected, bi-directionally communicative and functionally the same.” and that our sense of smell also triggers our memory. What ever the head doctors say, I love it. The scents of sex fill the air. I open my eyes and see her armpit with a bead of sweat trickling down to the bed. I can smell the sweat, both the sweat from us all dancing wildly earlier this evening. To the smell of “new”.