"I winced when she gave my scrotum one last squeeze before she turned her attention to my exposed ass. She began to massage my ass cheeks, spreading t...em and slapping each one, enough to give me a little sting. It was also enough to get my cock growing. Her single-minded attention started to feel really good and I relaxed a bit as she had her way with my ass. It was a false sense of security because suddenly I felt her spread my cheeks as she gently blew air on my dark ring, causing me to. I walked into the station to pay the attendant. I paid the cashier and needing to empty my bladder, I headed to the washroom. The washroom, like most public bathrooms in gas stations, had seen better days. There were two rusty urinals, one toilet stall and one sink. I chose the urinal closest to the door, and with great relief took out my pecker for a nice long piss. Moments later, the door opened and the gorgeous guy enters. He went to the urinal beside me and unzipped. I looked over at him. The range and strength ofyour abilities so far are pretty scary, the spike you did yesterday isunprecedented, from what I know it requires visual contact and that wasdelivered from your subconscious. Your ability to block us from readingyour thoughts is getting better every day and when you want to talk toBethany privately it comes across to us like a void, we get nothing.I know better than to ask this question because I know I won't like theanswer." Dylan already knew the question. "Yes I can. You don't obey right away, you get punished. If you are a good girl, youget rewarded." She handed me her red shoulder purse, "Now, because youdidn't obey me, you get to carry my purse too." As I took it she slippedthe strap over my shoulder, "There, that is a good color for you. Now,repeat what I said, or we'll just have to buy you a purse of your own tocarry."What else could I do? "My name is ...Linda. I want to be a pretty promprincess." Again."I swallowed, "My name is Linda and I want to be.