Our kisses became harder, more insistant, stoking the heat between us.Her hand which had been caressing my bulge went to my belt and tugged it loose. ...he undid my jeans and smoothly ran my zipper down. She fell to her knees and put her hand inside my jeans, fishing my hard shaft free of the constriction of my boxers. I watched her as she took the head into her mouth. Her hand deftly skinned the foreskin back, exposing my glans. She started to lick it, swirl her tongue around on it. I was insane. When nothing worked he sat down. Slightly dissapointed. He knew it was probably just a dream but he still kinda hoped hed actually had powers. I mean how cool would that be! try picturing it happening and concentrating on the picture . Itll work i promise. A voice in his head said.. He thought he was seriously going crazy but he thought… What the hell. And so he did. And the pencil floated! Wow thanks! He told the voice in his head. your welcome. Remember your a god now. You can do ANYTHING.. You’re right. I really need to sl**p,” I mutter, feeling absolutely wiped-out. I turn and head away from her door and into my bedroom. I hear her door close and do not hear further comments. I drop the rumpled mass of clothing on my desk, grab the breath strips and slide two from the pack into my mouth and promptly fall onto the bed. This time the bed is for comfort, not activity. Less than a minute has passed when I hear Sandy’s door open and her bare feet make their way down the hall. My door. The silence was too much, and she was struggling to find something to say, so she decided to stick to ‘safe’ subjects. “How are you?” “I am very well my slut, how are you?” “I’m pretty good thanks,” her voice was slightly higher than usual from the nerves, “a little nervous, but that seems quite normal.” “Yes, I suppose it does. Are you wearing the stockings my slut?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” His voice was more forceful. “Yes, Master.” “That’s better.” He sounded pleased. “Show me.” She hesitated,.