I really felt like his bitch. And then I could feel something on my forehead. I first thought it was his finger. But then I could tell he was writing ...omething on me. It was the third letter now. T Still confused 4th letter C, I thought o my fucking god and then he finished with a H. Roy just wrote BITCH on my forehead!!!He then made me hold still and swirl my tongue a little more. I was soo embarrassed but still followed his directions and kept my eyes shut. Then he told me I want you to lick. "Doesn't Rob have a fantastic cock, honey? Why don't you feel it?"I gripped him, lightly. He was warm. Alive. Throbbing slightly.Pulsing.Guided by nature, and some newfound enlightenment, I tentatively strokedhis cock, watching his foreskin roll down and then roll up and then rolldown, slowly, ravelling and then unravelling like a curtain, two bigdrops of his clear precum glistening on the tip.I wanted to taste it.I kissed him again, softly. His mouth was alive; his tongue was playfuland. Governments had many times secretly cloned empaths, in the hope of getting more empaths. All such attempts had failed. At Majgen’s time scientists believed, that empathic abilities were set prior to birth. In the womb. And that apparently the genes of the mother mattered far more than the genes of the empath itself. Statistically the chance for a newborn, born by a random non-empathic woman, to turn out to be an empath, was one in a million. The chance for a newborn, born by a woman who had. I don’t doubt that you’ll sing like a canary if I let the, erm, ‘males’ have you, but I’m gambling that you don’t want me to do that.I have a deal to offer you, and I think that you should take it. My side of the deal is warm food, hot water to wash with, clean clothes to replace the soiled ones that you’re wearing at the moment, and no harm to even a hair on your head. Your side of the deal is that you spill your guts to me, and to me alone.I don’t want to hurt you, but you should know that.