Neysa has a fair bit of experience with telepathy, his Nymph matriarch assured him with a wry smile. Besides, you let me roam around your mind at wil... and I’ve remained unscathed.Neysa waited patiently for his answer, her emerald gaze searching his face for a sign that he’d made a decision.John took a deep breath. “I’ll allow it ... but I want you to promise me you’ll be careful.”She looked at him solemnly. “This one swears it on her devotion to her Master.”When he nodded, Neysa smiled and. He's a lucky guy to have your lovely body all to himself. I can imagine you licking his balls, taking each one in your mouth while you stroke his cock. Running your tongue up and down his shaft before lowering your mouth over it and taking it all in your mouth. Right to the back of your throat. I imagine him sucking on your tits, holding your legs apart as he licks up and down your lovely tasting cunt and plunging his fingers into you with his thumb pressing on your arsehole as he sucks on your. ‘So your bags are in your car?’ I ask. ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, why don’t you go get them and change clothes?’ I suggest. ‘Because this,’ I explain, tugging at the collar of your shirt, ‘will not do.’ You return in a few minutes, bag in hand, and I tell you to feel free to put on some PJs because, after all, I’m in mine. I’m pleased that you’ve changedinto a t-shirt and some sweats, which are much less restrictive than jeans or khakis. I wonder what kind of, if any, underwear you have on. I’m not wearing. Each cycle I move further inside searching out her golden trigger. Gently I find it and she squeals at the touch, her breath becomes ragged. Now I have her at my bidding. My merest touch breaks her mind a little more. She is getting closer to the edge now. I firmly close my fingers around her clit, stilling my questing fingers and tongue. She hangs by a single thread of reality as I hold her undivided attention. I raise my hand. She follows like a marionette arching her back. I prop her up.