I moaned “oh yes” as Paul’s fingers explored my pussy. Paul’s other hand moved up under my night shirt grabbing my tits as he started to finge...r me. I pulled my night shirt over my head and throwing it to the floor exposing my small but perky tits. Paul’s head moved closer and kissed my nipples. My pussy was getting wetter as his fingers were working my pussy and his lips were kissing my tits. I put my hands on the top of my head, gently pushing down. “Taste me,” I whispered as pushed his head. Live) that is the Mind Control University Stories, i'm sure you probably already know what i'm talking about, but in case you don't i'll leave a link for the (as far as i know) original story, so this story is about a school where everyone has some type of mind control ability and the goal is to enslave as many students as you can without being enslaved, so a common situation i went through when reading this stories is that they never went the way i wanted them to, so that's the main reason i. I got to fantasize about doing some of it, I wanted to do it with someone, the more I talked about it, the more I wanted it. It became an intense desire, a thirst that had to be quenched, I became addicted to it. Why didnt you tell me? I couldnt, I couldnt tell you because I was frightened what you might say, or what you might do. I couldnt tell you because I was sure that you would leave me if I did. I couldnt tell you that I was a slut! Oh my darling, you are not a slut, you could never be a. Her eyes gave her away though, as more tears leaked down her face. ‘I’d be nice to you,’ he whispered softly, unable to resist reaching up and brushing a tear off her cheek. ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said quickly, snapping her head up to glare at him again with a frown. ‘Can I try to convince you?’ he asked, his heart thundering in his chest at the thought. ‘Yeah right, and how are you going to do that?’ she scoffed, rolling her eyes. ‘Like this.’ Unable to stop himself, he slid his hand.