Nothing happened for a good minute or two as the agent applied steady pressure to Bry's hole. "Push back for me baby boy, push like your shitting agai...." The agent said in a reassuring tone. Bryan grunted then let out a sharp yelp, his eyes grew wide, as he gripped the table as the plumb sized head popped in. Bryan started breathing heavy as he tried to accept the sheer size of the TSA agents cock into his little nine year old body. My boy was pushed to his limit as the TSA agents thick cock. I alwaysknew I had the powers but since age five I stopped using them for anythingmajor. You know little things. Like getting someone to walk over and grab younapkins or to pick up the trash on the ground. Nothing harming or immoral.Something just snapped in me that day. I liked it too. Here's the flash back of it. Steaming in my car wanting to just get back at her. I had gotten to schoolearly as normal to get my parking spot out of force of habit. Turning up themusic I just think about all the. She didn't want to do it, but finally agreed to give me a hand-job in the theater. We sat in the back of the theater and off to one side. As the movie got started, she pulled my shorts down a bit and pulled out my dick. She started stroking me. It took me a while to get hard because I was so nervous about getting caught. But she kept working at it until that thought left my mind. I began to slouch in my chair as I got more and more excited. She was pretty good at it." Did you come?" Yeah. She. Slumber always seemed to accompany my climax.I was woken by Sharon shaking me saying supper was served. My eyes opened to see her smile, my dress was still around my waist. Sitting beside me she asked if it was a good feeling? I blushed and nodded. Her fingers touched. Oh, I needed her but it wasn't possible with Pastor John at home.The days passed by until the following Sunday at church service when Bethan came and sat with me. She chatted away, my heart was thumping. I liked her being with me.