Frankly I think she just derives some voyeuristic enjoyment from your thoughts." "Wouldn't be surprised," snorted Jono." So what's the deal?" Simple. ...ou have woefully neglected your telepathic talents due to your preoccupation with your appearance. Consider this a crash course in telepathic chicanery. Since you can't seem to distract yourself from sexual thoughts and fantasies then the fastest way to eliminate them from me thoughts is to restrict them to a minimal of persons." Hold on a bloody. 15 minutes? My god, I gotta clean this place up, and get some clothes on. A bra, shirt, jeans, no panties.There's a phone call, it is Vanessa in the lobby. I buzz her in and I pace, waiting for a knock at the door. It just seemed like forever, but it wasn't.Tap, tap, tap. I look out the peep hole, and there she stands, but I can't see her face too well. I open the door and greet her, looking down a little. She walks in, and I close the door."Would you mind if I set a few things here?", as she. "The works. Waxing,eyebrows, mani/pedi, extensions... the works. Come on, let?s go."I was confused, though. "I thought you were going to take mymeasurements." I will, Donnie. You?ll be naked there as well."I nearly passed out at that statement."What?" Donnie, come on! We have to go!"So, off I went, like a lamb to slaughter.I didn?t know Renee, Marie?s hair dresser, which helped a bit, but thewhole experience was something very alien to me. The smells, the colors,everything was entirely beyond. ..I'm cummin'...I'm cummin'...ooh Jesus...fuck..."! My timing had always been good and now, it was no exception! "Me too...you little fucker...gonna flood you out..."! Gemma began to puff and pant as I rode her, thrashing about underneath me and digging her nails into my back. "Ooh yeah, Daddy give it me...I want your spunk...give it me..." I was on the vinegar strokes now and I knew that I was going to shoot a massive load up her; a dirty little whore who loved the cock! Suddenly, Gemma arched.