Lazily, I caressed my slick pussy as he opened up.Finally, as Tom described how the masseuse, an attractive blond in Tom’s story, thrust two fingers...into the open pussy of the woman on the table eliciting a massive climax, I interrupted.“How would you feel if that was me on the table? I asked.“Oh wow—with me watching? That would be amazing!” was Tom’s enthusiastic reply.“I’m sorry you didn’t get to watch, but it has happened to me. Do you remember our Phuket holiday?”“Oh yes, and particularly. "It was with the most peculiar feeling that I left the Lodge and walkeddown Cemetery Road, past my house to which I would never now return. Ireached the High Street and hailed a taxi. "Shepherds Market please" Itold the driver; giving him a warm smile and a good view down the frontof my blouse. As we drove I could sense his lust for me rising and itwas all I could do not to instruct him to pull over and fuck me on thespot. However, even I realised that the A10 road into the City of Londonwas. This was an insurance policy that was given to her by her creators in order to protect her from manipulation. While I couldn’t read her mind, we both had a general sense of what the other felt or thought.However, I had been able to use my powers to link our senses so I could see and hear what she could. It seemed there was a grey area where some aspects of my abilities worked, and others didn’t. This linking of feelings and sensations fell into the allowed category, and I felt a slight drop in. We kept our conversation as we walked towards bar-cum-restaurant. Rupali was a beautiful woman about 5’6″ and all of about 130 pounds. Of course when she walked in, she turned everyone’s head. She had told the bartender that they had to make a pee break at the bar and she headed off to the bathroom. The door opened again and a young boy followed the mom into the bathroom. (I forgot to mention she was with her six year old son)As she returned, she explained to me that they were heading back to.