The first guy told me to deep throat him or he would throat fuck me until I did. I worked my way down his shaft until I could feel his balls with my t...ngue. I came back up only enough to stimulate him and right back down. Every few seconds I came up high enough to catch a breath. I moaned so he could feel a vibration in my throat. His pre come started to fill my mouth. He groaned and shot a good load down my throat. Without a word, I moved to the next guy and throated him. I hoped they liked. Embarrassed. And I guess thankful." What has happened, happened. You can't change it but you can learn from it. Perhaps it would be more productive to think about the future." I don't know where to begin. When my parents died, I was quite devastated. Since then I've relied on my sister to guide me. After their death, my sister assured me that as long as I obeyed her and satisfied her needs, she would take care of me. It offered me certainty so I promised her that I would. At first, I didn't. ’ She smiled and caressed my cheek. ‘It seems like forever since you moved out of my department,’ she said. ‘Yeah, no, you were a great boss, I always looked up to you.’ ‘Like you are now?’ she said, gazing into my eyes. ‘Not this way. But…’ ‘But what?’ ‘I think I like it. Seeing you again.’ I said, after a pause. ‘Good…’ she whispered. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Her fair cheeks were a little rosy, and she looked much more alive than she had been half an hour ago. I didn’t know. ’ The Femaron hadn’t realized the girl was an empath. Now she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t noticed earlier. ‘She is not a registered empath, Ottearon. She is not a student, she works for a caterer.’ ‘Works? How old is she, Femaron?’ Weissme asked. ‘Let me check, Ottearon.’ The Femaron took a few seconds to find the answer. ‘Thirteen. She is a youth-worker, Ottearon Weissme.’ ‘Poor child,’ Weissme thought, and began scanning Majgen’s mind. By mind control he kept her fully sedated while.