 "Norms?" Normals, you know; people who face can't impose their will on other people, the fuckteamfive way that fuck I can. Call it projective telepathy, call it what you will -. How'd I get to be this - way? That's not face a subject I care to discuss, for reasons I'm also not interested in pursuing. Don't worry, though: should we ever meet facefuck-fuckteamfive, Gentle Reader, you'll be far too - busy sexy hastening to obey sexy my every command to worry face about the origin of my power. Some might say that I don't put my powers to fuckteamfive constructive use; they might even go so face far fuck as to accuse me of being rather petty and vindictive facefuck-fuckteamfive, even cruel at face times facefuck-fuckteamfive. I - recall a face young man who said something along face those lines to me, right to my face. Poor fellow; I - may have been a bit hard on facefuck-fuckteamfive him, I sexy must admit. I'll not go into the sordid details here face. Hey facefuck-fuckteamfive, he's alive, all right?
 I sauntered face around the edge of the gym, casually checking out the - female population. Choosing facefuck-fuckteamfive the advanced workout had face been wise, I could see immediately; these women were uniformly taut and lean, right up fuckteamfive my alley. They invested a lot of time in their bodies, clearly, and were face interested in showing off their well-muscled forms face, chiselled out through rigorous sexy diet and exercise.
 They said it again. "Well face," I face said, "we'll just have to fuck . . . Oh, hang on face." A few people nearby face were beginning to take notice of this little scene unfolding before them; it was time to take face care of that. You will notice nothing unusual fuckteamfive about facefuck-fuckteamfive anything that may occur in this gym, I wide-projected to everyone in the place. I facefuck-fuckteamfive then slapped up a couple of repeating fields facefuck-fuckteamfive over the only two doors, projecting that same sexy command over and fuckteamfive over; anyone who entered would receive instructions to see nothing peculiar. People returned - to face their chatting facefuck-fuckteamfive and warming up, the behaviour of my fuck two "friends" forgotten.
 "My stereo system ." "My computer face."
 My petty face revenge having been exacted - yes, I admit sexy it, but I don't let anyone else - say such things - I continued towards the girl. She wore pink leggings, with a black leotard. The leotard plunged into a thong in back, emphasizing her firm ass underneath the clingy pink facefuck-fuckteamfive material. Her breasts were rather large; the bra that held them up face was sexy clearly visible in outline face under the leotard's fabric.
 "You don't mind," I face said. Not a question.
 A female voice facefuck-fuckteamfive rang out from the opposite side of the gym. "Just about a minute 'til we get started, everybody! Just let me get the face music set up . . ." The aerobics instructor had obviously arrived while I facefuck-fuckteamfive had been distracted. I caught a glimpse of her through the crowd. Holy smokes! Definitely worthy of closer investigation.
 She had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish this. Stepping quickly out of it, she facefuck-fuckteamfive threw the leotard - surprisingly small when not filled by a body - to the edge of the gym. This face left her clad only sexy in her white leggings, which ran from her knees up to her waist, where they rode low on her hips. Again, a fuck flurry of clothing from the class soon joined face hers. The men shed fuckteamfive their shorts or spandex tights, and facefuck-fuckteamfive continued face to work fuckteamfive out sexy in their underwear; that sexy they were finding this an unusually stimulating class was now quite obvious face to anyone who cared to look.
 "What's your name?"
 "Um, excuse me?" A nervous voice floated across the - gym from near one fuckteamfive of the facefuck-fuckteamfive doors.
 "Bill, old buddy," I said face, putting an arm around his shoulders facefuck-fuckteamfive. "See that young lady right there?" I facefuck-fuckteamfive indicated face a young Asian woman, lying face of course with her legs spread apart. He nodded. "I'd like you facefuck-fuckteamfive to lick her, right there between her legs facefuck-fuckteamfive. Go ahead, Bill, lick her cunt."
 "Yes."
 When facefuck-fuckteamfive Vicky returned, dressed simply in grey bicycle shorts and - a black T-shirt, Bill was just facefuck-fuckteamfive getting back to his feet.
 I facefuck-fuckteamfive projected fuckteamfive the standard command to them: don't remember me, but fuck keep obeying the fuckteamfive orders. The two walked away, Bill gazing - adoringly - and lustfully - at the woman clinging to face him.
 I held facefuck-fuckteamfive my arms up to fuck allow her to pull - off my T-shirt. She then unlaced my shoes and removed them, tugged off my socks, and slid - my shorts down to sexy my ankles. I hadn't bothered with underwear; my erect penis bounced free as she fuckteamfive pulled off the facefuck-fuckteamfive shorts fuckteamfive. All face around facefuck-fuckteamfive us, like facefuck-fuckteamfive so many face marionettes, the class engaged in an elaborate mime performance, undressing face an invisible man.
 Liz fuckteamfive nodded face, and looked me up and down face, slowly. Her eyes kept fuck returning to fuck my facefuck-fuckteamfive cock. Her tongue frequently darted out to moisten her lips. I rocked my hips face back and forth a bit, causing my hard-on to swing - from side facefuck-fuckteamfive to side; her eyes followed it. One of fuckteamfive her hands moved between sexy her legs, and she began to stroke herself.
 I told Liz to get dressed, and in short order the facefuck-fuckteamfive class was once again fully clad. Time to clean up after myself face a little bit.
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