Their dreams didn't even need to involve me. I met that girl Marsha in my psychology class, and that night I watched her and her girlfriends storm the...mall, and I mean storm the mall. It looked like the Marines storming a fortress. I met a guy named Rick in my social studies class and discovered that he dreamed of being an archaeologist and traveling the world digging through ancient sites. Maybe archaeologist was a little strong though. His dream was more reminiscent of an Indiana Jones movie.. "What can I do for you?"I jumped as his deep voice penetrated the silence. "Give me a draft beer," I said shakily.He looked at me critically. "How old are you, girl?" Twenty-one," I lied."Can I see some identification." I don't have any," I said truthfully. I had left my driver's license and anything else that might identify me back at the motel."Then I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I could lose my license."I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder. "Now, Pete, if the lady says she's. Please drop your skirt.” Jo looked over her shoulder at him as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She could see Jake rubbing his hardening cock through his shorts. “Nice, I love the garter belt and thong combo. Take off your sweater.” While still facing away from Jake, Jo pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. "Remove your bra,” instructed Jake. Again Jo did as instructed. Her nipples, already hard just seemed to get harder when exposed to the cool air.. “I was hoping you could do me a favour, you know, with your mind thing,” she mumbled to the ground. John had told her that he had the power to control others minds about a year and a half ago. At first of course she thought he was lying, but the steady stream of models, and film starlets, and beautiful women she’d seen begging to get into his bed had convinced her. Well, half convinced her anyway, she still kind of expected him to laugh at her for buying into it.“Hmm, maybe if it is fun.” He.