As we go in, you get carded and pull out your ID and then joke with the doorman and say “I bet you don’t need his ID” as you reach up and rub my...head, teasing me about my baldness. He laughs and says “Have fun.” We go into the bar and grab a high-top table and before I can say anything you say “Get me another martini and you a tonic water sweetie.” I go up to the bar and order and come back. We sit at the table, hard to talk because it’s so loud, but you start playing with the key again and. Sire needed no encouragement, but Linda still lustily moaned "Oh fuck me lover." as Sire mounted her and drove into her on the first stab. Linda had long since removed the bustier and as Sire worked her cunt into bitch meat once again, his tongue began to lick her bare chest. Her nipples were already partially erect from the lust coursing through her body and his slavering, hot tongue had them pointing up like little pencil erasers after just a moment. Linda has extremely small breasts, not. Please call me Todd,’ he said with another captivating smile. ‘Thank you, young man. Nice to meet you, too. I’m Kate Burns, married and fifty-one years old. Please call me Kate,’ she told him nonchalantly. Yes, she intended to make him wonder, but he reacted completely different than she thought. First, he didn’t show any hint of embarrassment, and second, he said with a determined expression, ‘Kate, I never expecteda beautiful woman like you to be unattached and concerning your age you could. Truth-telling, the mentalist ability to detect whether a speaker is lying or not, is a tricky skill to do with even close to 100% accuracy. Like most mentalist powers, this was something I wasn't particularly good at and had hardly even ever tried before. Having a knack for the truth sometimes also means that a magician might also be equally good with illusions. Odd how in magic, opposites tend to work together. More weird magical theory that I'd mostly dozed through when back in school. That.