I followed her and slowed time down for all but her ability to communicate with me. The look of shock would normally be amusing, but I don’t find th...is situation amusing.“What the, what is happening?” She screamed.I ignored the typical question for now. “I am, a powerful person. I slowed time down so we could communicate.”She paused for a second, processing it. Normally they are so quick to just say what again, but she was unique in that way.“You have no right! Leave me be!”“An odd reaction.. Furthermore I feel more alive than I have ever felt in my life. But still, that's not quite enough - not even for someone like me - to completely surrender my will and submit myself to someone else. I feel and know that there's something else, but at first I cannot put my finger on it. Then I remember the way she looks at me, as if she looked right into me, into my soul. And there has been something else in that look, some caring, as if she cared for me as a person and not only for my pussy,. I suddenly called her n said net was not coming n asked her to c whether she can look about it. Then she came n looked at it n opened one of the window. There was some video playing that with a guy fuckng a gal. She was stunned n watched it for 1min n getting off from the chair to leave. I asked her to stay back n put my hands on her shoulder so that she wouldn’t leave. She was trying to leave n I forced her with my hands n pleaded not leave n started to pass my hands on to her boobs from top.. " Stacy's eyes are closed. She's deeply lost in this fantasy now. Hanging on every one of Miss Cara's words. She fights the urge to finger her slit. "I bet you want to use that toy now don't you? Hmm? Oh, not yet. Put the soft, pink end inside your mouth. Hold it in there and put your hands on your tits." Stacy slowly places the vibrator in her mouth and closes her lips around it. Its sterile taste does nothing for her, but she does as she's instructed. Her hands grab her breasts firmly,.