Kevin didn’t implant any thoughts in Pam’s, Larry’s or Mike’s minds on what they should do and would let them decide for themselves what to do....Every now and then Kevin would glance at Cindy and thought she didn’t seem to be a happy camper.He turned his attention to listening to her thoughts to see if he could find out if there was a problem. It didn’t take long for him learn that Cindy was sexually frustrated. Apparently she and Russ were having unsatisfactory sex. It was occurring about once a. "You want to come now?" I say, with mock surprise in my voice. "But we're just getting STARTED!"I will cease stroking their cock at such times, and I love seeing it twitching and throbbing---all very clear signs that they really were getting close to an ejaculation. VERY close!Some times I actually laugh at them as I see the disappointment and frustration on their faces! "Awww," I'll say, grinning: "Were you about to come?! I'm sorry! I fucked that up, didn't I?"I can be such a bastard!. "Who told you you could sit in my chair? You're getting your disgustingodors and fluids on my special chair!" Of course I knew she was acting,but she certainly seemed serious and in truth I was quite nervous.She sat down and made me stand right in front of her. She made me turnaround slowly for her, so she could examine me. Then she took a pingpong paddle and used it to lift up my cock for her inspec-tion. At thatpoint I was absolutely soft. "That's a sorry excuse for a cock," shesneered. The command to show my titties ricocheted through the parked cars. I did a pirouette, popping up to my tippy toes, trying to the discern the direction from which the order came. Not wanting to disappoint, I unbuttoned two more, allowing my dress to flap open to below my boobs, halfway down my flat belly. I tugged down on the hem to keep the billowing fabric taut across my boobs. Approving whistles pierced the clamor of the parking lot. Between the call-call, whistles and shouts to expose.