But she’d seen ‘Rainman’ and that was it wasn’t it? Could it perhaps be a form of telekinesis? She liked that idea, so she tried moving the pe... on her desk, but it stubbornly refused to move. Neither could she control the mouse pointer on her computer. She sat in contemplation.It was at this point that she ‘felt’ her brother Timmy. She had of course ‘felt’ him many times before as has been previously mentioned, but on this occasion she could tell he was ... playing with himself. Now Susan was. Screaming from both the pain and the exquisite orgasm she finally was allowed to have ripping herself apart from within...her body...likewise bucked and contorted as if volts of searing electricity possessed her totally...god was she so gorgeous right at this very moment... "Now look what you've done to my hands, you sorry little fuck slut...all wet and slimy with your cunt juices!!!...Fucking whore!!!!...lick it off...kiss my hands...tell me you love me to hurt you...want to be punished like. “No no… Come in. We are open”, his voice echoed his desperation and was clear that he cannot afford to lose any customer. “A medium haircut”, I said “…and a shave please” I added after I noticed some stubbles in my reflection.He soon had me in the chair and started to cut my hair. During his work, he kept talking to me about various topics. He was a middle-aged man around 35 years maybe and decently built. He was basically from Tamilnadu and since I speak a bit of the language, we were speaking. The same Candy Pink as her ride they left a good 12-inches of firm tanned flesh exposed before reaching the latex hot-pants that clung to her like a second skin. Turning to one side she ran her hands over the cheeks of her world class arse smoothing out non-existent wrinkles purely for the pleasure of touching herself,giving the waistband a little tug she thrilled as she felt the crotch pull into her clit sending a pleasant buzz through her body. Even walking was a secret joy in shorts this.