I nudged Cindi. "Check the rear wall. It looks like we got groupies."Cindi turned and muttered, "Holy shit! What do we do now?" Give them a show."Cind... reached for the zipper on my jeans. "Why don't I give you a blow job?"I stopped her hand. "Because the security guard would probably throw us out, but I have an idea. I turned one of the chairs around and said, "Sit down."Cindi sat facing the men with her legs spread. I knelt between them, lifted her skirt, and lowered my head. She tasted salty.. He then slipped on her silk robe and went into the bathroom. John enjoyed the soft touch of the silk on his much softer and hairless skin. Mary was just getting out of the shower when John walked in. Even with his hair in a towel, no makeup and just wearing a robe, he was beautiful. Mary was naked and John saw with amusement that Mary was very pleased to see him. John was swept up and soundly kissed by his larger stronger wife. They shared the kiss and Mary began untying the robe. John stopped. He broke the kiss and began soaping up the cloth again. He washed my shoulders and breasts, paying particular attention to each nipple. He pinched them and twisted them. He pulled them toward his body. He pulled the right side and spanked hard as he began to question me. “Whose is this, slave?” “It is yours, Master.” The slaps were slow and deliberate. I fought to keep my voice steady. “Let me see the other one.” I pressed it toward his body and he gave it the same treatment. The tits had a. I reached out towards the candle and thought about it moving into my hand. At first nothing happened, then as I focused another few seconds it slipped across the table right into the palm of my hand. “Holy shit! It moved into my hand.” “I told you it would.” “What else can I do?” I asked, eager for more. “Almost anything you want. You can’t change night to day, or brew up a thunderstorm, although if you concentrated, you could probably make a few gusts of wind. However you can now read minds,.