I moved into her crack and licked it slowly and deliberately. She groaned with ecstasy.“Vic,” she whispered, “You’re licking my bum. It’s so...lovely. It’s the most beautiful feeling I’ve…” Then she stopped herself, perhaps wary of becoming romantic when the man doing this to her might merely have been satisfying his depraved urges. In fact, I was doing both: I was engrossed in this base, animalistic action and deriving incredible erotic pleasure from being where I was, with my face between her. I’ll connect several small electrodes to your scalp in certain exact spots to record your brain function while you perform some exercises. Both using your abilities and just thinking normally. I do have the tests I gave many of my subjects from before to compare them to. I’ll have to figure out a way to try and measure your dehydration factor, too. That’s something I’ve NEVER experienced with ANY of my other subjects. Right now, I’m going to be using untested ‘theories’ that I’ve come up with.. Well, I'd gone this far, I might as well let her, I thought, hoping for the best. I dug through several layers of folders on my computer until I came to it, like a kid digging up buried treasure in the backyard. • Read "The Sitters" from the link below • I slid my chair back while she slid hers forward, taking my place. I watched her face as she read it. I had portrayed her as inexperienced but curious, and her friend as more worldly, someone who was learning what she liked. I hoped to God I. His lovely stiff cock was glistening with my pussy juices and Lucia wasted no time in licking them off. He had plenty of cock to share so I happily helped her, and for the next few minutes we greedily licked and sucked his delicious penis. Joseph was a man of few words, and spoke better French than he did English, but we weren’t there for a chat, and what we were doing didn’t need an interpreter so when Lucia got on all fours and stuck her ass in the air, no translation was required. I sprang.