I don't mind sharing my wealth, but I'm not a fan of sharing my men with other women. I know, I know... I'm a hypocrite, but I'll make it worth their ...hile since I'll never say no to a romp, anytime or anywhere.I like my men quiet and kinky. Discretion is key. I have a reputation to uphold. I run the local pawnshop in a small town as the manager and I need to keep my hardass, no-nonsense persona or the local idiots will try all kinds of stupid moves. Walk softly and carry a big stick... I had a. I doubt any of us could actually order one of our subjects, the normals, to do anything they didn’t really want to do.It was much the same way with the psychic surgery. We went to the Internet and looked up detailed drawings of the human brain and then studied each others heads and brains with the feel of our hands. In the end it came down to, after much concentration, sensing a wrongness deep within the mass of tissue that was the brain and fixing it. Willing it really to heal itself.At this. Groaning she hit her own face. "You will not gain control over me again you bastard!" Jake smiled so that was how she had resisted the last time. Zahra was about to make more signs in the air when she felt both of her arms held. Then she suddenly felt as if she wanted, no she Had to disrobe for master Jake! Biting her lip 'til it bled she managed to wrench her arms away from Jake. "You've lost Zahra! Give up before you are destroyed!" "Never!" Zahra spit out like venom. "I shall never be. Chapter 2 ————————————– Mandy has poured herself a glass of red wine that sits idly on the nightstand. It seems to be part of her costume red dress, red heels, red wine. She looks like Valentines Day or, rather, she looks like that exciting moment that occurs only once per year at the end of Valentines day and beginning of Valentines night. She looks like what happens after the candle-lit dinners and the slow dances and the exchanging of sappy gifts. Her tight dress clings to her like shes a.