At this point, nothing was going through my mind except for the ever nearing, and promisingly loud, orgasm. So, I didn’t process the footsteps of so...eone approaching. I didn’t hear the damn well oiled and squeak free gate open, but I did hear the voice. The women’s voice that was the definition of surprised saying, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” This, however, very quickly jerked me out of masturbation la la land, and drove me on the bullet train to Terror City. Since we made. So I went on some dating apps and set my preferences to 40-99. From there I started seeing a lot of people nearby me. So I started typing to all these hot older women and a lot would say I'm too young but some would talk to me and eventually lead to talking dirty. There was one lady about 50 that I was talking to that things got heated up and we exchanged numbers and plenty of dirty pictures. After talking for a big we planned on meeting up. She lived 30 min away. So I showered and got ready. I lifted my hands to the ceiling and it cracked open, allowing me to ascend to the skies and levitate well above the ground. I did so until I came all the way to the White House and forced open the gates with my sheer physical strength. I walked inside, past terrified security who had witnessed my descent, toward my destination: the Oval Office. A few guards tried to manhandle me, but they stopped when I electrocuted them as well.A lone, naked, angry man walked very shaken and startled Secret. Her murmurs became a moan as his arms came up around her to hold her. Then her moans grew stronger. He was certain she was hurting herself. With strong arms he brought her to a halt. Sarah, stop. Come to your senses. We have done enough! That has got to hurt like hell, Stop! He held her tightly to him so she could not move. Sarah lifted enough to look down directly into his eyes, You are right. That hurts like hell. So please just let me alone so I can hurt myself. Turn me loose you monster.