Their pain, their joy, their weakness, their lust was open for her to watch if she only take a look. She saw the opportunism of a pickpocket and with ... thought saw that he actually only did this for the thrill and as a way to work on sleight of hand for his magic act. With a slight push she made him think of his mother and how disappointed she’d be if she saw him. Almost instantly, his surface thoughts bloomed cautionary yellow. Perhaps some could be made better.It was so easy to poke and. Maybe there was some hope. I placed a bandage on his wound and held it done while I thought about it. Was it really worth getting the arrow head out? It depended on how big it was, how dirty it was, exactly where it was, and I didn't have any way to find those things out. Or did I?I turned my inner sight to my hand, let my attention flow from my hand to his wound and from there further inside him. All of a sudden all the answers I needed were there. I could see the arrow head sitting very far. Still, she pushed her ass up to meet my plunging cock and the lust in her eyes was as if she was possessed by a devil and she shook her lower half like a slut of the worst sort looking to being speared as deeply as possible.I reached around to her front side and slid my nasty fingers into her pussy pie and she shuddered in recognition that I was in complete control of her lust triggers as she drooled into the pristine pillow with a lace trimmed pillow case that was covered with the slime of her. The day of the match Rob and Sue arrived and went straight to their room to shower and prepare, they liked to follow our format for preparing for the bout, a long intimate shower, careful towelling dry by the partner then the application of the light oil designed to keep the skin supple and reduce chaffing.Linda and I started our preparation, we showered together with me ensuring all the attention was directed at Sue, although my manhood had ideas of its own and was pretty much erect all.