She hadn’t feared that Emma would actually steal Scott away from her because she had understood that Emma needed Jean around. Needed the thrill of g...tting Scott to cheat. Taking him completely wasn’t an option.‘Just like how I need Scott taken for me to orgasm.’Jean bit her lip.‘And god do I miss cumming!’The psychic had known for ages that she was into cuckqueening. Men could do anything to her body, completely devote themselves to her… and she would barely get moist. But have her watch from a. So, when you're done we'll go to the medical bay and check youout."I didn't know what to do. I was in shock. I was wiping myself, pulling upmy panties, flushing the toilet and wondering what to say when I heardmyself meekly answer, "Ok."Then I left the stall and wet patted my face so I wouldn't mess up mymake-up. She came out of the stall just at that moment bringing her handup to shake mine.She said, "You can call my Josie."I shook her hand and whispered, "I have to talk to you privately.". Can-Ada... Mex-Ico... Such funny sounding names." She turned and saw a moving picture set in a wooden frame. The picture was perfectly detailed and showed a girl in a room like this one. Heather walked over and the picture moved with her. She lifted her hand; the picture lifted its hand. She closed one eye; the picture closed one eye. She touched her chin; the picture touched her chin."In the name of the maker!" shouted Heather. She realized why the girl looked so familiar. She'd see her. At this time of night, in this part of the car park, I’d say there was a fifty-fifty chance of them being observed. I guess I represented the jackpot for them. The quandary on my part was what to do next. Leaving was out of the question, because they were only two cars away from mine and I would have to walk past them to go to it – not to mention putting the bags down, fumbling for my keys, loading the bags into the boot, and so on. If I left, I would have to keep coming back periodically to.