Though similar and partial to the sociopathic (aka "'pathic") category of mind control stories, this kind is not exclusive to that of an aggressive an... ruthless narcissist; rather, though the heroes/heroines of sociopathetic stories can (and by nature, kind of do) bear strong narcissistic proclivities and large egos, the difference is in the type of things they do and want to do with the power, which can be much less severe and significant, instead finding the ability to simply change posters. Sandra put her hand on the back of my neck and stroked it in time with the motions on Amber’s clit.Amber was moaning loudly now, and I saw Tricia had moved to the side to watch the show. I had now started encircling her clit with my tongue and her body was rocking hard on the couch with each movement.Before long, Amber’s back arched up and she let out a cry as she came hard. Both of her legs started pressing the sides of my head as the wave of orgasm rolled over her, one after another.“Don’t. Amanda stirred a bit, then took a deep breath and settled into the light snoring that indicated she was undisturbed by the alarm. Satisfied that Amanda was well asleep, Ben brought his arm back and felt his cock, which was its usual dormant self: a perfectly normal, if slightly small, penis resting its head on the right side of his groin. As Ben thought about last Saturday night, it twitched and stirred. He put his hand on it to feel it thicken slightly and uncurl a bit, displaying its usual. Ok, ok Ashley. Im back, Im back. I scrambled back into her bed and under the covers. She was curled up in the fetal position and looked up from where she had buried her head in her arms. Even in the dark I could see the tears streaking her cheeks. As she looked up at me she broke into fresh tears and a new fit of faltering sobs. I wrapped her robe around her and pulled her to me. She resisted, preferring to stay locked in that position, making it difficult to move her. I had to put one arm.