I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. We were touching, and strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that ...ere in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary's sluts waited.And a single, gold thread pointed north."Mary," I said in alarm. "You have a golden thread touching your aura." Do I," Mary frowned. "My sisters had the same, golden. Her hair was braided in pigtails today and she looked like the shy, innocent girl I had always known. She thanked me as I reached out and took the clothes she wore earlier from her. As she turned around I noticed her shorts looked a size too small. They hugged her ample bum, and just barely covered the bottom of her cheeks.I pulled my eyes away from her perfect rear end and walked back to the bathroom with the washing machine and dryer. In my hands were the yoga pants and halter top she wore. Emma also got on with Dylan, and a few of my other friends that worked at Adventure island, and so decided one day after she had been working with us for a few months, that as her parents were away for the night we should all go out near where she lived then stay the night at her house. So that night when we had all finished work we travelled to Emmas on the train to get ready. Once ready we called a taxi while waiting Emma, Dylan and I decided to have a conversation about what turns us on, me. "Gawd, no, I can't, no, I can't," Sue moaned."Damn, I wanted it to last ... wanted to watch more of my lovely slave getting her box eaten by a wildman," Nadine whispered.After the third severe thrust, Sue realized her struggle was in vain. Her arms thrashed out to the sides and her body belonged to the devil. The orgasm was more profound most likely because she tried not to succumb, as her deviate emotions soared to great heights. Her eyes filled with tears and she glanced towards her mistress,.