“You don’t want to go back to your old life at all. You want to stay here as part of my inner circle, my court, my harem, don’t you, Helen?” I...tested her mettle with my mind powers.“I don’t want to go back to my old life at all. I want to stay here as part of your inner circle, your court, your harem ... Master,” Helen proved that she wasn’t mentally tough enough to resist me, but that was probably true of ninety-nine percent of folks to be fair.“Attagirl! Now, pull a train with these fine. She sucked air through her nose as she gobbled hungrily on his salty shaft. Her legs thrashed and her hips bucked as she came.As her orgasm subsided Jo felt the presence of the ghostly cunnilingus fading away, at that very same moment John’s bedside lamp came on. Startled by the sudden illumination John withdrew from his wife’s mouth and turned towards his side of the bed.“He appears to have gone,” Jo said with a hint of sadness in her voice.“The power has come back on,” John said noticing the. . please forgive me mom..." ohh John... don't be sorry... it's okay, it really is..." I've missed you mom...", I could hear the sadness in his voice as his head hung down."I've missed you too John... ohhh... come here..."He came to the bed, the sunset outside playing on his muscles as he embraced me. I never thought that I would feel him close to me again, ever. But when I felt with what intensity he was embracing me, I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. We were meant for eachother, we. She got us in without being touched. She was connected to the DJ, the owner, the manager, the security guy, the bartenders with the big titties, you name it. She didn't have to pay for a drink all night. Still not sure how or why, but I chose to be ignorant this time around. I also noticed she could dance. This wasn't just some hoe that could shake her booty; she had moves. She confessed she danced growing up. I tried to keep up but I simply had nothing. I was stone cold sober and felt awkward.