Meanwhile, the mob at the top of the stairs had stopped pursuit, except for one person who pushed his bike back up the stairs. ‘I’ll get them bot..., and make them pay!’ Shouted the punk, as he made his way through the mob, and then mounted his motorcycle. ‘I’ll make them pay for ruining my fun!’ The motorcycle was reeved up full throttle and wide open. The tires squealed, and actual white smoke appeared. Hesitant only for a second, the bike launched forward leaving a trail about twenty feet in. Only if you want it to be.He felt her smile. Challenge accepted, she giggled.Did you just giggle?She paused. How did you know that?It came through the telepathy. It’s growing faster than I expected it to.Me too. What will we pick up on next?Emanuel glanced up at the nearby street sign. I have no clue. He sighed, and stopped for the red light. Almost there.Good. Oh, did you sigh just now?Okay, so that wasn’t just me. Have you also been picking up on my emotions?Only when I concentrate on it,. He leans over her and takes over her mouth, kissing her hard, capturing her lips with his and she groans into his mouth, his kiss taking her over the edge as she fights with his tongue, wanting more of it in her mouth, to feel totally filled by him.As she's taken over by his cock and his tongue her scream is smothered by his mouth and her whole body stops, strained to breaking point and then she crashes through it.Cumming with shudders and tremors wracking her body, he can feel her pussy. I could see the gusset of her panties becoming very wet as she enjoyed the attention.I then read the next instruction. Her panties could now be pulled aside. The guy doing the spaanking could, if he wished, finger her pussy. The scene unfolding was making me very hard, as it was the guys taking part. Each of the guys had a turn fingering her married pussy as I, her husband, looked on. The guys were into this now, as was Jaq. I could hear the dirty wet sounds coming from her pussy as the guys.