Still, the questions I had were ones I only asked myself and I felt smug because I knew all the answers."Sisters, never despair to the point where you...only ask questions of yourself. We have an amazing ability to lie to ourselves and never see through what is usually a thin tissue of false assumptions."Now, I'm here with you. I don't know why my mother lived apart from the Faith, but it wasn't because of how young women are treated. One thing she made crystal clear to me as I was growing up was. The girl's eyes were half-closed and her dark hair fell in tendrils around her face, giving her an almost angelic look as she sucked Harvey's cock. Bernice stared at the lewd shot. What did it feel like, having a man's penis locked tightly in your mouth? She wondered at the look of almost reverent ecstasy on the girl's face. Harvey had tried once or twice, she remembered, pushing her head down under the blanket, and she had, of course, refused to do anything like that. She had always thought it. I found out later that I was transmitting my thoughts, which in turn, gave her migraines. The headaches I accidentally gave her agitated her so much that she left school soon after she quit as my tutor. I checked up on her a few years later and found -- thankfully -- she had survived without much injury, and was living as a mundane (if butter-face) housewife.My second tutor was the one who accelerated my gifts. It was fortuitous that she did, for if Janet Wu hadn't done so, I would not have met. She drew back from the kiss, and I said, Sonya, go to your bed now. Sonya moved her left hand up from under the covers, and she gently touched the centre of my forehead with her index finger. Up here, she said, you want me to go. Then, she moved her hand down, and touched my erect cock through my pyjamas, and she said, Down there, you dont. I could feel myself wanting to give in, but I remained motionless, and I said, Please go. Sonya kissed me again, but I refused to respond in any way,.