"Do you think I'm a dirty fucking bitch too, Ronnie?"His response was to kneel between my splayed thighs, put his hands under the backs of my knees an... push my legs up above my head. I looked down his lean toned body and my eyes settled on his long slender cock - much less fat than Ray's, but in lovely proportion and with a taught veiny shaft. He shifted his grip until he was holding my ankles, then rested his circumcised cock head against my hole. I was wet and relaxed now and he eased himself. "Now," he went on, "spread your pussy for me, princess."She'd thought she was ready for this, but Marie swallowed hard. Jesus, how could he say things like that to her and expect her to respond with equanimity? Tentatively she moved one trembling hand around to her pussy and used her thumb and fingers to pull her lips out and up, just as he had last night when he was torturing her with the vibrator. Her heart pounded and her breath came in little gasps."Good. Now, use your other hand to rub. "H-h-how did you do that," he asked her"I simply used my mind to heal it, you will find that it will be essential to know this as you enter battle. I am going to link with your mind, I will show you what you need to know to do this."Jeff felt an unusual tingling in his head then a strange calmness enveloped him. He could see the mindset that was needed for healing his body as well as others, but as he felt the tingling receding, he also saw... no, that was impossible to even think about. He. I saw something next to Annette’s now-familiar shape that I’d never noticed before. I was in the picture. And Fay was in the picture. We weren’t adversaries. We were coconspirators of light and love.I turned the lights down in my room and lay on my bed. I usually sleep in pajama pants with no shirt, but tonight I dispensed with the pajamas entirely. In the semi-light of the room I stared up at the picture and relived every instant of my evening with Annette. It took only a light touch before I.