Her jaw dropped and she gasped softly as she heard her sister beg, “That’s it, Robert, give it to me!”Allison smiled a wicked grin as she saw he... sister Grace standing in the doorway watching as her “Prince Charming” filled her pussy with his hot cum.“ROBERT!” Graced yelled.Robert quickly spun around, his now flaccid cock slipping from her sister’s pussy, “Grace,” he said.Graced turned around and ran back down the hallway. She quickly raced past Seth’s desk, into her office and slammed the. She steadied herself almost as quickly as Helen removed her hand from her cunt. Susan looked into Helen’s eyes with a raw and lustful demeanour. “My turn now?” asked Helen. “No,” replied Susan, “I need a mouthful of cum first before I get to lick any pussy…then I become a fucking nymphomaniac you won‘t want to put down.” Helen smiled and nodded. “I see,” she replied, “hope I won’t have to wait too long then,” she continued as she turned to leave the room. Helen and Susan both left the changing. The note with the flowers read: My "thoughts" are about you. With affection, Clint.She smiled when she picked up on the double meaning behind his oblique reference to thoughts. A telepath! The good-looking galoot was a telepath. Her smile widened to a grin, and she shook her head with amazement.While bent over sniffing the heady fragrance of a yellow rose among a variety of other flowers in the arrangement, most of which weren't fragrant, her office door opened and Dr. Paul Moore walked in.He. Fifth. I’m driving. Hahahahahahaha (Interminable peals of hysterical psychotic laughter!) With echo chamber Doppler effects. See what I mean?Weird stuff, like special effects seen only in movies, I can reproduce real time, real world, and at whim. Ultimate control over my own body.What’s worse? I can control your body, too. No, not mind control. Your thoughts and emotions are no more subject to my influence, than they are to the words of any other manipulative person, con artist, politician, TV.