. gifted... in some form of psychic ability, he or she tends to be very lonely, sad, confused. We are different, and we FEEL that difference very acut...ely. Some of us MUST be slaves, for without a Master, our powers turn inward and drive us insane. Others are wildly independent. Auntie helped us, comforted us, taught us how to use our gifts; but also how to shield our abilities from others. She helped us cope. I lived with her all my life, but others... many, many others... visited us on the. Then she ripped off a piece of duct tape and sealed my mouth shut.“Mmphh,” I said. This was not what I had expected.Julie sat back onto the bed and continued working on her big pussy. “I’m hungry,” said my fat wife. From somewhere she produced a can of whipped cream and shot an enormous amount of it into her mouth. This seemed to turn her on more because she began working the dildo at a furious pace. With a free hand she reached behind her a revealed another big dildo. She loaded the. "I didn't know what kind of plants they were, officer. I never take drugs of any kind. I am innocent ... Ugh ... innocent. I am a good girl."She wilted a bit at declaring her innocence because the deputy was twisting his tool inside her like a nasty bully. Julie didn't like it at all and thought it was unprofessional of the law enforcement officer to be treating her in such a degrading manner.He just laughed and gave her back her panties to put back on and she limped over to the holding cell.. Now we know. There is no mystery any longer. We know where we stand – and we did it standing and laying and kneeling and just about every other way you can think of. He is nothing if not versatile.”Hailey was staring at her friend sadly.“So you’ve made your move, then,” she said.“There was no move,” Tiffany assured her. “I went over there because everything hit me harder than I thought. My brother was a complete tool, passing me off like a silly girl. I went to someone who has always taken me.