Her bottom half had a pair of spandex jogging shorts. Her very pretty features gleaming in beads of sweat. She turned around her blonde hair in a pony...ail swinging. The Russian born woman, who was now American, felt fear for the first time since she was 2 and moved to America. Something watched her. It's dark thoughts swirling in a sea of beatial thoughts. She still felt a bit secure knowing she had a knife from her older sister who got it for her on her trip to Translvania. She turned around. Shapely body wrapped in a tight red blouse, the buttons seemingly about to pop off over her bosom. Hip-hugging skirt. Silky black stockings that wrap her long legs like a second skin. Four-inch heel shoes, also red."If you try to use violence on me, you will make this worse," I tell her.Lady Vixen smiles. Another little shiver goes through me. "Violence? Why would I use violence on you, Miss Fallon?"I swallow. My heart is hammering in my chest. Why is she affecting me like this? I cannot be. Most people could never have afford it, but John had this special power : he knew how to change reality itself. Sometimes, he would meet a woman, stare her in the eyes, and tell her she was a mindless bimbo with no other ambition in life than sucking his yummy cock. The second after he said it, instead of getting slapped in the face like anyone else would have, he would just see the woman change in front of his eyes, while her mind was being washed away. He had had this power for a while now,. She looked down at me, and kissed the top of my head. “Tu est contente, ma petite?”, “You are happy, my little one?” I looked up at her and nodded – then reached down and started stroking her kitty.She permitted it, spreading her legs, and brushing her fingers along the top of my head. I used what I had learned in DeCoven to bring her to a long, slow orgasm, then, just before she erupted, I ducked down into the water, held myself against her, hands on her hips, and licked her to the peak of her.