Getting into "slut" mode had got me turned on, my cock was rock hard and sticking out of my panties, what top wants to see a slut with a cock? I whack...d it a few times and eventually it went limp and I could hide it in my panties, the masses of pre-cum leaking out I could do nothing about.I gathered up the lubricant, toys and condoms and nervously went into the play room. Both guys had stripped to their jock straps, big bulges evident at the front. My cock twitched and leaked out yet more. She wouldn’t bawl, she was eight years old and she believed her dad when he said that eight-year olds don’t bawl.Don’t cry.The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the abandoned, dried up well.It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its. When it was done, of course, in each case, each newly baptized person was greeted with sexual advances by at least two or three people and fucked within an inch of his or her life. Well, I thought, that was another good reason to keep this to the adults. Evidently, naked baptisms tended toward orgies and skinny dipping (yes, when the last baptism happened, basically anyone not having coitus right then jumped into the pool).One thing else that I realized was that it didn’t take long for Lou,. The sensations reduced to a dull background noise with those closest to me still piercing through, but even then diminished.It was very odd knowing how people were feeling all the time, some telepaths more or less blocked me out, but in most situations I knew what people around me felt. It had taken some time to realise that's what I was sensing and then some experience to tie up emotional states with their various indicators. It was very hard to describe to people what emotions felt like to.