His fingers roamed over her at will, caressing, seducing, playing with her. She was his puppet.Her panties, the little strip of purple cotton darkened... with need as he pushed his tongue into her open mouth. Her tongue swirled to entwine with his. Her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled him. His scent was darker, earthier than the aftershave she thought she'd smelled earlier. His fingers flowed over her, caressing, brushing, undressing her. The pop pop pop as each button on her blouse was. I couldn't tear my eyes away - face level and two feet away was seven inches of erect pulsing cock; perfect size, long but not too long, fat but not too fat, circumcised with a perfect broad head, dangling loose balls and a perfect trimmed blond thatch of pubes. I was in heaven but nervous as a cat. John reached down and started to slowly stroke his dick - my eyes darted from his balls to his veined shaft to that dark, dark head, back to his balls, the shaft, his stroking hand, the foreskin. They thought it was all in good fun, and that Jaune didn't take it at face value... however, in truth he did. It truly annoyed him that he was so outmatched, and taunted even by his alleged friends, teammates, and even his partner who at a point stopped defending him so much.At some point, Jaune just so happened upon an online entrancing course. His interest caught, he chose to give it his time to get familiar with the techniques for trance-like influence, having this in his arsenal, that. I thinkthere might be a scene. Stay here. Don't open the door to the bay.I'll be right back."Brandon left Jesse alone in the control room and took off through theopposite door that led down the hall to Mark's office.Jesse stared through the glass wall at the struggling figure. "No," shesaid out loud to herself, "he isn't angry, he's distressed. Maybe I canhelp him." She stepped to the glass door, opened the lock and calledout, "Mr. Simmone. Do you need some help?"Thomas finally got free.