"You'll make me wet myself." Oh fuck yes," I said and she giggled, just as the boatman tapped me on the shoulder."I'm at your service ladies, isn't it...?"We stood on the beach watching as the boat disappeared into the setting sun, then Sammy took my hand and lead me over to a precariously leaning tree on the edge of the beach."Turn around," she breathed softly,"What are you going to do to me?"I could feel the wetness increasing in my panties."Lean back."Squatting down, she kissed my ankle and ran. What do you want to do?" A city is almost impossible to take, merchant ships usually would be carrying rum and I didn't know if that would qualify as successful to get us out safe. So, I chose the most sure of ways." Maybe we should get to know the crew or at least the officers by morning. At least that way hopefully we can effect the outcome and make it out of this whole." What do you think, dinner and drinks?" She asks sarcastically."Uh, actually yeah. We could go out with the crew and be in. I tried to step back. For a moment, I could note that she wore a short, logo tee shirt, cut short enough to move over her tummy when she moved, but covered it to the waist of her faded hip buggers when she stood still. Then, she filled the gap with her body."Hi," she said again, filling the gap in conversation. After I didn't respond, she added, "I'm Karen."Then, she giggled.She also weaved a little as if the resulting body motions disturbed her balance enough to need correction. This led me to. There's another person with thought powers in the room ... who?" I surmised as I deliberately blocked that thought from being read. I needed to protect my identity and abilities until I worked out who they were, and how they were using their power.As I scanned the room, my eyes caught momentarily on those of my lecturer, Dr Lacey Timms. She was a tall slim woman in her late 20s with jet black hair cut fashionably short and framing a beautiful face, which was often smiling. Her body had a.