When our green tea arrived, the conversation continued.“Now that I’ve had a few minutes to think about it,” Mary said. “That does make sense. ...bviously you’re referring to testosterone, but it could be insulin and a host of other hormones as well, which would begin to make more sense of his carbohydrate metabolism and his atypically low blood sugar levels. Unfortunately, there isn’t a lot of literature available about that. I know of at least a dozen clinical tests that are underway about. He took my hand, the power still linking us together, and lead me back down the hall in another direction. He pulled me into a room and closed the door. I turned and he pressed his lips to mine and I felt a different feeling mix with our power. He pushed my back to the door then pressed himself against me and the power flared a little causing a moan to escape from us both. “When they said you were powerful, I thought it was just a praise on your behalf. But they did not exaggerate, you really. If you take the trouble to please us, perhaps there will be some pleasure for you.”Bernard’s cock was soon stiff in response to Fara’s seductive caresses and voice. Pre-cum was soon dripping from his glans. Looking down at her hand, Fara shook her head and tutted. “Now, that will not do. You really must try to control yourself.”“Ahh!” Bernard responded as Fara tweaked gently at a nipple. She shook her head again and peeled off her cum-sticky glove, pushing it into Bernard’s mouth.“There,. As soon as her mouth touched mine, my cunt tightened and I could feel its aching needs surge up into my belly. I needed to cum. I didn't know if I would be able to survive until my release; if I was released. I boiled with desire as she made love to my lips with hers. She teased my tongue by first gently sucking on it, then taking long laps of it with her own. After a few minutes of this intense foreplay, I could tell she was very turned on. "Ohh, honey, you've got me wet. I've never done.