“Ahem,” Jackie cleared her throat, attracting Béla’s attention again. “I was just going to mention my views on the subject.”“Oh,” Béla...murmured, a little embarrassed.“Perhaps your trouble with understanding the concepts behind the ‘Focal Press’ and my inability to learn how to teleport have a common area of, um ... understanding? Misunderstanding? Whichever...“Anyway,” Jackie continued, “I can easily see how the Focal Press works, and you can easily see how to teleport. Both techniques. Granted neither was Thomas, who gave some bland off the rack excuse as to why he was late and sat in his seat without meeting anyone's gaze. Today he'd dressed himself, unthinkingly, in long sleeves that fell almost to his knuckles, long jeans, boots and a bandana round his neck. Ghost memories of kisses crawled coldly over his skin under his clothes, despite the heat of the day.The lesson passed Thomas by in a haze. He couldn't concentrate on anything he was supposed to be doing and every time. And not just my hands, now my mouth and tongue and teeth roam your body and taste and lick and bite you. And not just my hands and mouth and tongue and teeth, but now I rub my cock on your body, all over your body, so you can feel its hardness and length even against those places that would not usually feel it.And you open yourself to me and invite me into you and there is a sense of ecstasy and joy as the concentrated experience travels up my hardness and at the same time my consciousness. She wondered if two days of slavery would have as vivid an an effect on Mabel as they had on her. She doubted it. Lastly she tried not to admit to herself that she was jealous of the attentions Mark must inevitably give his latest possession … She held her drink easily in her chained hands. Sipping it comfortably she watched the little play unfold. ‘I ain’t wearing no bleedin’ handcuffs!’ Mabel seemed to have a gift for firm negatives. ‘No handcuffs, no drink,’ Mark ruled. ‘Crikey. I’m no ruddy.