It worked sometimes with physical touch as well, but often times she simply had to feel a shift or difference in the essence of life around her to kno... what was happening. She had always been a good judge of character and people and when Martin had changed her, those perceptions and abilities to read people increased nearly a thousand fold. She couldn't read a person's mind, but she could almost always tell when someone was lying, even without using her wolf senses to detect the adrenalin dump. I could feel her heart begin to race along with mine as we ground our already wet pussies together. I slid my knee in between her legs and got on top of her, cupping her breasts with both hands and kissing my way down her neck. “Ohhhhh my god, I’m so wet” Sabrina moaned softly as I made my way to her perfect pink nipples.I glided my hand down her stomach, past her belly button ring to the top of her pretty pink panties, slowly gliding my fingers into her soft wet pussy, I find a surprise.“Did. I admitted I wanted to suck cock; but not just any cock. I wanted a black cock.Jeremy smiled and said he had caught me checking his package. Then he asked me how big I was; so I told him my cock was eight inches long and had a very thick head.Then Jeremy said he was very attracted to me from the first time he saw me and although he swung both ways, he liked the idea of getting serviced by a hot white guy that was inexperienced but eager to please a black man...He added he enjoyed being dominant. He looked so small, so helpless. I knew Iman wanted me back in my room, but I walked over to Oliver, and gently took his hand. His hand was warm, but it did not respond to my touch."Oh Oliver," I said as my tears began to fall. "There is so much I want to tell you. So much I want to say that I haven't. Please don't die." I leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his lips. My tears fell on his face. "Come back to me," I sobbed. "My life is nothing without you. I love you."I stood up straight.