Tall, sort of sandy-haired. Big blue eyes to get lost in. Wearing a blouse that's tight enough to show off her figure, not so tight that it looks slut...y. Nice skirt, showing off her legs.I finally notice one of those legs has the brake stomped to the floor. I look in her mind. Thank you. Neuromotor response only. I smooth it over, she eases off the brake.She's frightened. No, come on, babe, I'm not going to hurt you. Really. See my smile? Okay, just another nudge. Easy, easy. That's better.. At the top of the room was a raised platform and three chairs, two Nuns sat on two of the chairs,one Nun,an old Nun,looked at them sternly while the other Nun sat in front of a huge ledger writing and glancing at them with what seemed mild interest. "Move closer,wicked Fornicators!" prioress Agnes yelled,beating them on their bare backs with her strap causing them to cry out and move closer to the raised platform. They stood there,naked and very afraid and waited.A few moments passed and a monk. Record after record. Mix after mix. Highs. Lows. Bass. Treble. Rhythms harder than a hammer. Sharper than a knife. Like the knives cutting into her soul. Chemical Heaven. Kirsten pushed herself against Paul again, his own top thrown aside, pressing her hot hard breasts against his hot hard smooth chest, his pierced nipple occasionally slapping against her hot hard nipple. They shimmied and swirled and pirouetted and glided. Flesh against flesh. And Kirsten’s hand on his hard cock under his. "Mmmmm, Mmmmmm," he moaned to himself as he molested my body.He reached back and I heard him tugging at his jeans. He worked them down to his ankles and then kicked them off.His body moved forwards on top of mine once again and then I felt his body weight press me down into my mattress. His waist pressed into mine and I felt the large bulge beneath his boxers press up against my vagina.I grabbed the sheets beneath me and wove them between my fingers as my body tensed and tightened. He dry.