They had finally stopped contracting on their own and I tried to see if I could get them to flex under my control. I closed my eyes and let myself dri...ft as I tried to talk to my pussy. After a few wrong moves, I found the right channel. It was a tenuous connection at best, but I knew it would get better with practice. I knew I had never been able to do this before because it would have been impossible to get the right feedback without something filling my vagina. While I was playing, Bambi. What should I do with such an anxious young lady? Should I grant her her wish and stick my cock in her? Although, I haven't really heard her beg convincingly for it this evening.Perhaps I should bring her husband inside. We could watch her face together, her body twitching as she fingers herself to orgasm in my library."He turned his back to her and walked slowly toward the door. Would he do it - even after he had promised not to push her husband hard enough to endanger their marriage? He was. If you stood just right—you could see dudes standing at the piss trough—but the showers and stalls were out of site. I didn't hear any further noise, so I assume whomever was just taking a piss, although for the most part most of the guys would just whip it out wherever they were standing if all they had to do was piss. Finally, he speaks. “God damm homie you fuckin stink”! The voice exclaims. I kinda chuckle and respond, “Well ya dawg—that's why they call it shit !” “Ya dawg—but you extra. I should have burned her out, but it doesn’t hurt to make her wonder what the hell just did that to her.I could see that she had lost complete control of her seeking ability, and it was rapidly draining energy from her body. As I put my shield back up, I kept a big batch of the energy colors the seeker part of her wanted. When I turned onto a side street, I let the seeker’s tendrils grab it again, and I closed off the feed to it from my shield. I slowed down as I watched the energy pull back.