There was the undeniable uncomfortableness for both of us. Neither one of us had ever done anything like this before and there we're plenty of awkward...moments.I had almost chickened out when she decided to go use the restroom. When she came back her skirt rode up a little bit and I got a peak at her long delicious legs. I let my eyes do the talking as I let them walk a trail up to her blouse. The buttons on the front would be so easy to tear open if someone wanted to. Her lips, untouched by. When I saw them, I spent some time catching up with them. I saw others I knew, and said hi to most of them. Senator Hawkins came by to say hello with her husband, and she told me that she'd miss seeing me in Washington. After I made the rounds, I sat with John and my sister. John told me about the job he had working for his dad, and that there was a ten-year plan to groom him for the top spot. It was almost ten o'clock when Reggie and his sister Dani came in.Reggie now worked for Marshal as one. Art by Oo_Sebastian_oOFive Years After Syndrome's Attack"Honestly, sweetie, if there's ever a type of villain you don't want to go solo against, it's a mind controller."The villainess Mezmerella leaned against the top of a classic ball chair as she spoke. The smooth white plastic of the chair was a half-sphere sliced at a steep angle, the inside filled with red cashmere and soft red cushions.Mezmerella was in full costume, the figure-hugging white catsuit and her long flame-red hair. Lips almost too thick. Ass almost too big. Breasts almost too round. But they weren't. They just pushed the boundaries which is very appropriate to her everything. Her eyes were light brown pools that barely concealed her strange form of self discipline. They had to because my clue was her walk said it all. And to the touch of the slightest wind her breasts would betray her. Hardening with the wisps if the slightest wind. She was built to fuck, suck, and be dirty! It was all she ever really.