Coswell?”“Errr, that was discussed in the van as we rode to the Coswell residence to serve the warrant.”“Did you ever consider another logical...explanation for the possession of those pages and books?”“No, Sir. I did not.”“So, if I were to explain to you that Mr. Coswell was an amateur author that hoped to write a novel or short story where one of the characters did indeed become on the receiving end of some of those phrases, would that surprise you?”“I did not consider that option, as I. Greg thought.He smiled as he remembered the lesson, Arrian had made it a point to ask Sarah to float as he tickled her, she would go up a few inches only to lose control and fall on her behind.Arrian had Greg try to move some dirt as he held a small flame underneath one of Greg's hands. Greg would move the dirt a bit before he too fell to his emotions."Practice using your powers until using them feels like extensions of yourself," Arrian had said.Arrian had told Sarah, he would help her control. He would be shown no mercy.He whimpered as he was lain face forward at 45 degrees against a padded board. Matron stepped forward and pressed home the anal plug through the black silk, making him squirm in ecstasy as he wriggled within the tight bonds of the silk cocoon; he wanted to be noosed in that heavenly state of bondage. Matron sneered as she applied her subliminal torture, her nipples stiffening with pleasure as she savoured her dominance over the worthless male."You really are beginning. He started to object, but my fingers to his lips silenced him in a flash. The waitress had returned with our drinks—coffee for me and juice for Henry when I had just pushed my hand into his briefs. She giggled, but I took command as always when I remarked, “I’m a big tipper. I’ll give you a peek when you bring the food…okay?”“Is it worth seeing?” She had bent over to whisper into my ear.“I think so. In fact, I named my biggest vibrator after it last night.”“Ohhhh, sounds promising—I can.