Perfect," I can hear her stand up, hear the sound of a zip and theslow swoosh of her dress falling to the floor... "Now toy it is up to you,my last ti...e with you can be one of pleasure or pain..."I hear her walk away and I try and move.. my hands useless, my arms almostso... and it's so hard to concentrate, so hard... I try and push myselfalong with my feet, using my stilettos to try and find purchase, but thesuede dress gives too much resistance. I buck my body shifting it along alittle... and. "I'll have you know I look very good in blue."I love that girl.The Telekinetic in the lobby, Phillip's driver and bodyguard, who was probably the only other person who knew of my existence, hadn't had his armor up – which only made it easy. The receptionist was also easy to control."Mr. Anderson, Your eight o'clock, Mr. Gunther is here." She said on the intercom."Thank you, Shelly, send him in."She really couldn't send me in, being asleep at her desk, but I knew the way. I had been here. I wondered what he really was thinking with a guy, me, a big never ending active erection right next to him in the cab sitting there listening to his rape story. Too weird. I wondered if he was going to take me home and introduce me to his wife. Also too weird.We were traveling west on the country road that ran in front of the barn complex, on beyond my walk the previous night. The road sloped down from the rise in the hill the milking parlor sat on. He said we were going to a field needing. He was even more amazed when he got carried away and dropped his head to suck on me , and I never stopped him.Liz played with her cunt as I pulled on my dick openly. Now there was no way I wanted her to stop this tale. As though waiting for my imagination to digest the mental pictures she was creating she stayed silent for a minute smiling and letting her eyes dwell on the sight of my hand masturbating my penis. I wondered if Rob had wanked while she watched , or whether she had done it for him.