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     I sauntered clubseventeen around clubseventeen the edge clubseventeen of clubseventeen the gym, casually checking out the female population. Choosing the advanced workout clubseventeen had been clubseventeen wise clubseventeen, I could see immediately; these clubseventeen women were clubseventeen uniformly taut and clubseventeen lean, right clubseventeen up my alley. They invested a lot of time in their bodies clubseventeen, clearly, and were interested in showing off their well-muscled forms, chiselled out through rigorous diet and exercise.
     "Well," I resumed, "we'll just have to do something about that, won't we? For the clubseventeen next four months, I want you to do no exercise at all, OK?"
     They wandered off, wearing that amusingly puzzled look clubseventeen norms clubseventeen tend clubseventeen to get when can clubseventeen sense clubseventeen that they're about to do something tremendously foolish, but have no idea why, and even less idea clubseventeen what to do about it. I laughed aloud. You norms bring me no end clubseventeen of clubseventeen amusement, you really do. Such clubseventeen a vast pool of things to play clubseventeen with, and all of them without the most elementary of mental defences clubseventeen.
     The class got started, the instructor leading them through some light stretching and other clubseventeen warm-up exercises. It was a fair-sized crowd for the relatively small clubseventeen gymnasium, perhaps fifty or clubseventeen sixty in all, among whom I counted about ten men. I didn't clubseventeen bother joining in; I just stood near the edge of the gym and watched the woman in the clubseventeen centre. I found that a few aerobicisers were impeding clubseventeen my view of her; I projected a clubseventeen command that a clear aisle clubseventeen was to clubseventeen be maintained for me at all times.
     As clubseventeen she performed the movements clubseventeen of clubseventeen the routine, her hands started to dart up to brush her tits, futilely scratching clubseventeen an clubseventeen itch that would not go away until I movies willed it. She clubseventeen also clubseventeen tugged at the straps of her outfit, trying to loosen it for comfort. I clubseventeen was clubseventeen amused clubseventeen to see the movements echoed all around the room, men and women scratching their chests and pulling clubseventeen on their clothing.
     She had to stop clubseventeen moving for a moment to accomplish this. Stepping clubseventeen quickly out clubseventeen of it clubseventeen, she clubseventeen threw clubseventeen the leotard - surprisingly small when not filled by a movies body - to the edge of the gym. This left clubseventeen her clad only in her white leggings, which ran from her clubseventeen knees up clubseventeen to her clubseventeen waist, where they clubseventeen rode low on her hips clubseventeen. Again, a flurry of clothing from the class soon joined hers. The men shed their shorts or spandex tights, and continued to work out in clubseventeen their underwear; that they clubseventeen were finding clubseventeen this an unusually stimulating class clubseventeen was now quite obvious to anyone who cared clubseventeen to look.
     I sat down, content to just sit back and take in the scenery clubseventeen for a while. The class moved on to strength clubseventeen exercises, pushups and situps movies and other movements, all of which clubseventeen had interesting clubseventeen effects on the anatomies clubseventeen of the females. Eventually they moved on to an exercise for the clubseventeen inner thigh: lying on their backs with legs straight up in the air, they lowered their legs out to the sides, then brought them back movies together clubseventeen again. I stood up.
     I touched her movies legs, revelling in the clubseventeen sensation of sliding my hands over those clubseventeen muscles. Her skin was soft, and lubricated with clubseventeen her own sweat. I clubseventeen knelt and traced them movies all the way down to her clubseventeen pussy clubseventeen. After clubseventeen stroking her clit briefly, I brushed through the clubseventeen dark clubseventeen pubic hair clubseventeen and on upwards; I clubseventeen could smell her arousal, now movies. I continued on up, across her clubseventeen stomach to her breasts, which were just as firm close up as they appeared from clubseventeen a distance. As I leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet cunt clubseventeen through the fabric of my shorts clubseventeen. Perhaps it was time to take part in this class myself . . .
     "Bill, old buddy," I said, putting an arm around his clubseventeen shoulders. "See that young lady right there?" I indicated a young Asian woman, lying of course with her legs spread apart. He nodded. "I'd like you to clubseventeen lick her, right there between her legs. Go ahead, Bill , lick her cunt."
     "All right." He knelt down without hesitation and started in on the clubseventeen girl.
     "You clubseventeen," I said, pointing at the Asian woman. "What clubseventeen's your name?"
     I pulled Vicky over clubseventeen to Bill and slid her arm around his waist. "OK you two, run along clubseventeen now, off movies to your first date. Oh, and Bill, if this little clubseventeen incident doesn't bankrupt you and break up clubseventeen your marriage, pick up a clubseventeen hooker somewhere and do it again. And again. And don't go around bothering telepaths, you clubseventeen miserable shit."
     Liz nodded, and looked clubseventeen me up and down, slowly. Her clubseventeen eyes kept returning to my cock. Her tongue movies frequently darted out clubseventeen to moisten her clubseventeen lips. I rocked my hips back and movies forth a bit, causing my hard-on to swing from side to side; her eyes followed it. One of her hands moved clubseventeen between clubseventeen her legs, and she began to stroke herself.
     When I looked around clubseventeen the gym, I laughed aloud; the entire class was doing it. I had a sudden movies image of her trying to lead the class members through the procedure: "Now, this next exercise . . ."
     "Go clubseventeen get me movies one of those mats," I clubseventeen told Liz. She jogged gracefully over to the corner where the mats were piled movies. The clubseventeen entire group turned and ran with her in clubseventeen unison, and the corner became rather choked with bodies as the nearest clubseventeen people crowded clubseventeen into it with her clubseventeen. As movies Liz came back bearing a mat, the movies class spread out again.
     When I was young, before I had learned control of my clubseventeen talent, I would tend to "leak" thoughts clubseventeen or emotions, especially when my attention was distracted. On several occasions, whole apartment buildings found clubseventeen themselves suddenly getting off - no doubt to the great clubseventeen embarrassment of many - as I had an orgasm and projected that intensity blindly outwards. I've movies since learned to control it.