“Did it feel good’? Tom said, “How did you do it?” Sandra leaned forward, “I went to my room, look at myself naked in a mirror. Then I start...d caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, I love that! Then, I slowly rubbed my belly, and then I touched my clit and rubbed it. It felt so gooood, then I laid down on my bed, stuck my fingers up inside myself and pumped them in and out”. Tom was feeling his cock getting harder and harder as he imagined her doing it. Any harder and he could cut with it. . The wind is blowing my hair all over.He reaches over and squeezes my left boob. They aren't real of course but I give him a pretend sensual groan, as if they were. He smiled at me and returned his attention to the road."You like that don't you?" he said.I dipped my chin and looked up at him. "Yes," I said."You little slut," he said.Touch me again, I thought, but instead of saying that I merely smiled again and fluttered my eyelashes. He chuckled and concentrated again on the road.I shifted. We don't want you to have to live the life of a government slave. If we train you, we'll try to give you conscious control over your abilities. The government will never know you have these abilities. So you will be safe from their manipulation and control," Ben was explaining."So then control is passing from them to you?" Brenda said scornfully."Not at all. We just want to help you get a handle on your abilities. No blackmail, no coercing, no forcing you to work for us. We want to help you. Now, Son, what have you been doing since we left this morning?"I explained about doing everything the note said, plus getting more wood and straightening up the downstairs for company. Mom hugged me and said, "Thank you, Son; you make me proud sometimes, well, most times."Mom ran around making sure things looked perfect. She checked the roast and made sure she had enough sauce in the pot to make good gravy. The gravy she would make would be to put over the roast and roasted vegetables. Then she.