Joey woke us up later, and we discovered we had slept through the entire school day. The buses were already leaving by the time we got dressed, so I checked around for somebody who could give us a lift, but didn't find anyone who didn't have a prior engagement. So I called for two limos from my mansion, one for Suzi, and one for Joey and I.

While we were waiting outside, we talked about the upcoming holiday break.

"So Suz, do you think your mom and dad will let you stay at Tim's for those five days?"

"My mom will pitch a fit about it 'cause I think she knows we have sex and stuff. But my dad will go for it, especially because of Tim's dad. What about your mom? You said she was having problems about it too."

"Yeah, well, Tim's mom talked to my mom. They do that sorta thing a lot. Anyway, it's cool 'cause Tim's mom invited them over for dinner for the first night."

"Hey Suz. Do you think it would help if my mom invited your mom and dad too?"

"I don't know.... I mean, my dad would love too, but... I guess my mom is kind of tired of meeting all these rich people and having fancy dinners with them. We really aren't rich or anything. But with my dad having to always entertain people to get donations to the university, we got that big house and nice stuff so they would feel more comfortable when they came over."

"If your mom is tired of the glamour and glitz, maybe they should just come over to my house for dinner. You, me, and your brother would probably be sitting at the card table, but we could do it. Oh... I forgot the oven was broken again."

"Your dad is still out of work?" I asked without thinking. "Hey, what does your dad do anyway?"

"He's an electrical engineer. He messes around with electronics and computers and shit. He's been wanting to get a computer forever, but..."

"Joey, I know I asked you before, but what if my dad really does have a job open for an electric engineer somewhere? I mean, your dad is smart, right?"

"Electrical, not electric. And yeah he's smart. But I told you he wouldn't go for charity, and that's what it would be. I guess he's had trouble with work ever since Sis died..."

"Joey? Do you think you dad blames himself for your sister's death?" Suzi asked softly.

"I don't know. I guess. He never talks about it. None of us do. But he and mom go visit her on her birthday every year. And my dad is always bummed out about it afterwards. That's usually when something happens at his job. I heard my mom saying something about it. Something always makes him really angry at work... Look. Can we talk about something else? This is depressing me."

"Okay," Suzi said before giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Opps... looks like I'll be talking to you two later. There's the limos."

Sure enough, two long black stretch limos pulled into the school's lot. There were lots of people hanging around for their bus (some of the buses came back for a second load), so everyone started to talk and watch them pull up.

We all looked at each other, grinning, yet slightly embarrassed. The first limo stopped with the door immediately in front of us, and the second limo right behind the first.

The drivers got out, and the first driver opened the door. I recognized him as the same driver I had met that first day, and then gulped realizing who and what was inside as Suzi started climbing in.

Suzi stopped halfway, and said, "Uhm, guys? I think this one is yours. How are you Vicki? and... Carol isn't it?"

Joey and I looked at each other, but then the crowd gasped as I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone getting out of the second limo.

"Shit." I said, followed by another one from Joey when he turned around.

The twins were wearing their skin tight leather outfits. The shape of their nipples were plainly visible through the material, and if I hadn't been so sexed out, I would have sported a woody.

Suzi bumped her head on the door frame of the limo when I said "Uhm, hi Honey, Joy."

As Suzi's mouth fell open in shock, Joey and I walked up to the twins. They each gave us a kiss to our embarrassment, but then immediately let me know they were here to go with Suzi.

"Uhm, Suz? The twins want to, uhm... shop I guess. They're gonna ride with you. So I guess this one is your limo.

The crowd was getting very noisy, then John walked up and said, "What's going on? Who are these... babes?"

The twins gave John a smile while Joey said to me, "Uhm, do you think we should blanket the crowd?"

People were starting to follow John's example, so I said, "Na, let them wonder. Let's just get out of here before we get mobbed.

"Suz, get in with the twins. Come on, John. We'll drop you off," I said grabbing John's arm and pulled him towards the first limo.

We shut our own door since I had sent the drivers to start the engines and get us out of here. As I turned away from watching the crowd fall behind us, I found John was still staring at Vicki and Carol.

"John, this is Vicki, and that's Carol. Girls, this is John."

"Hello," the two nude women said from the bed.

"Uhm, Hh hh hi," John stuttered out.

"Vicki, does the other limo have a phone?" I said, climbing on the bed towards the phone.

"Oh, yes young master. Would you like me to dial it for you?"

"Yes please."

"Carol, is there any Life essence in the fridge?" Joey asked, climbing on the bed after me.

"Uhm..... Huh?" John said, not know what else to say.

As Vicki handed me the phone, Joey and I looked at each other, then back at John. Before I could say anything, I heard Suzi's shaky hello.

"Hang on, Suz. John's having some culture shock."

"She called you master. Is she... they.... Whoa. I didn't really believe.... Whoa."

I started speaking to Suzi while Joey handed a glass to John. Joey said, "Here, drink that. Tim? You want some?"

I shook my head no, said bye to Suz, and hung up the phone.

"That was fast. I take it you didn't have to act as translator?" Joey said.

"Nope. You know women. When it comes to shopping, they all speak the same language. Well, actually, they were, uhm speaking a different one a minute ago, if you know what I mean."

"You mean..."

"Yep. Suz had her clothes on.. what, a whole forty minutes?"

"Shit! You mean Suzi and those two babes are.... Lesbians?" John exclaimed.

"Hey, don't say it like that," Joey said crossly. "They're just... friendly. And horny."

"Looks like they're not the only ones," I said noticing the hungry look in John's eyes.

"Mmm, yeah," Joey said as Carol took his empty glass. "Hey Tim, do you mind if we, uhm, you know."

"John, you and me switch places and let Vicki show you what a real blow job is like. I'm gonna sit this one out."

"You sure Tim?" Joey said as John scrambled over Vicki. "I'm sure Carol won't mind if we shared her.." he said smiling lovingly into Carol's warm face.

"I'm sure. I'll just watch. Er, hey John. You can suck her tits instead of just looking at them. But we'll be at your house in.... ten minutes, so don't take too long if you want her to blow ya. Hey Carol. Before you get too busy with Joey's dick, could you pass me a Pepsi?"

Carol got the soda out of the fridge, but Joey grabbed it from her and tossed it. The drink had done it's stuff, and Joey's dick was standing straight out of his unzipped jeans.

I watched as Carol tenderly teased his head with her tongue. Joey and I both gasped when she wrapped her tongue around his dick below the crown, an incredible tongue maneuver.

John was busy sucking on Vicki's tits, while his hand had just slipped between her legs. Vicki was faking the pleasure she was displaying, and I thought that was a shame. I checked, finding she was a suck and fuck toy. Nothing else gave her the sexual heat she craved.

Figuring neither she nor my father would mind, I altered her to find John the most desirable person on earth, with every touch and caress making her hotter. Soon, Vicki's moans were becoming desperate, for I had left the blocks in preventing her from cumming unless her user came.

John was still fully clothed, and I figured what the hell. I had the driver take a much longer route, then said, "John, you might as well strip and fuck her. You can take all the time you want."

I had to repeat it twice for him to hear over Vicki's moans. But then he was pulling clothes off as fast as he could. I was getting a hard on from all this, so I took it out to wank a little. Once John was nude, he stop a moment and asked me, "Uhm, Tim? Can I kiss her while I fuck?"

"Sure? Why couldn't you?"

"Uhm, I don't know... I just seemed.. never mind."

John got on top of the full grown woman, and began entering her. "Shit, she is loose... HOLY SHIT! She isn't anymore!" and began humping her madly. But he never did kiss her.

Carol crawled over to me and said, "young master, please let me suck you?"

"Yeah, Tim," Joey said. "I want to try her front door, so she can suck you off while I'm doing that."

As Carol started the same tongue work she had done on Joey, I said, "Carol, do you remember your life before you, er, became my father's servant?"

"No my... young... master.... I had... no life.... before.... my master..."

"That sucks. That means everything you were... Carol, stop. I'm not horny anymore."

With great reluctance, she complied with my request. But as Joey started to pound into her doggy style, she forgot about her disappointment.

I scanned her mind, finding her memories did indeed seem to start with my father fucking her the first time when she was a late teen. He seemed younger than I had ever seen him in my mother's mind, and I found that she had been with my father since his late teens. I even found a few memories of my mother as a slave. She was probably about my mothers age.

Vicki was different however. She had all of her memories, and they didn't seem to have been altered. Three years ago my father picked her up at a shopping mall, and she has been one of my father's favorite car girls ever since. She was twenty now, making her seventeen when my father met her. I found Vicki had quit school before my father had found her, and my father made her finish her education, and was even considering making her go to college.

The differences between the two women held my attention for the entire journey. I even missed Joey's orgasm, but couldn't miss John's with Vicki screaming her head off.

John had barely gotten his pants on when we pulled in front of his parents' two story home. After saying his thanks and making it almost to the house, he had to come back to the limo to grab his books. He was probably in a daze the rest of the day.

I told Joey of my findings, and his first reply was, "Wow. Just goes to show you how good Samantha is."

"When did you start calling her Samantha? I mean, I don't mind, but.."

"Well, after she gave me that blow job, I guess I stop seeing her less as your mom and more as a real live woman. You know?"

"Yeah, I guess. But if you start calling my dad Charles, you're in trouble," I said pushing him on his back.

"Hey, can I ask you a personal question?" Joey asked a few minutes later.

"Depends on if I can ask you one afterwards."

"Okay, that's fair enough. Have you and Samantha ever... you know.. Done anything?"

"Huh? No, of course not.."

"Oh."

"You sound like you're disappointed. Why would you care?"

"Well, uhm, I guess I just... Well, you're just missing out on some good head, that's all. I guess I just wanted to talk about how good she is. I mean, even with Suzi and the twins and all, I still... You know... Enjoy hers."

"Damn. Okay, here's my personal question for you. How many times have you and mom messed around like that?"

"Shit, Tim. You sure you really want to know? I mean, I know you're okay about it, but..."

"I'm sure. Now spill it."

"Okay... The last one was a number nineteen, so I guess that makes it twenty blow jobs."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Come on Joey. I know you. Even without using my empathic ability, I can tell you're holding back."

Joey sighed, then looked at me and said, "You won't get upset?"

"Why would I? All right. I'll stop making you squirm. I know you two fucked. I knew it the day you did it. You two kept looking at each other. Hell, my dad and I even made a bet at how many times you two would do it that day."

"Fuck! You know how much trouble Sam and I went through just to try and keep you from finding out? We didn't want you to feel left out."

"Heh. You should have learned by now that no one has sex in my house without me knowing it. I even have that time in the kitchen on tape."

"Shit.. Then why did you let us think we were getting away with it all this time?"

"What, and spoil your fun? Mom said you were a better lover when the danger of being caught was greater."

"What?! She's been setting me up?!"

"No... She told that to my dad. I just overheard.. sorta. Anyway.. So why haven't you and her done anything lately?"

"Hmph. You know what? I think you get off just thinking of your best friend screwing your own mom. If I ever catch you even laying a hand on my mom.. I wouldn't be responsible for my actions, that's all.."

"Come on, Joey. You know I'd never do something like that. And I guess I do kinda get off thinking about you and mom. But you didn't answer my question."

His attempt to lead me astray by faking his anger hadn't discouraged me, and Joey's face got twisted with torn loyalties. He finally just looked me straight in the face and said, "You will have to ask Samantha. I'm not the one to tell you."

I blinked in surprise, not realizing until now there was something more going on here. Joey had never kept a secret from me before. I mean, yes, he kept things from me, but we both admitted the truth if one of us confronted the other about it. But this secret was specifically aimed at me, so he gave the only reply he could.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was... I understand. Thanks, bud," I said, letting him off the hook.

"Hey Tim... about my dad.."

"I won't ask my dad for..."

"No. Not that. Uhm.. If he blames himself... Well, could you help me find out? If he's hurting like I was, then..."

"Yeah sure. When?"

"Today. Like, as soon as we get there."

"Okay," I said, moving over next to him. He was still naked, and Carol was nibbling at his cock like she does with my father. His eyes were looking up into space, and I could feel his mind churning.

I stuck my face into his and said, "You know what?"

"What?"

"We make a good team. I'm glad we're... close."

"I love you too, Tim. Now are you going to kiss me, or just stare at my zits."

I gave him a light kiss on the lips, then laid back down beside him, finding Vicki clawing at my pants to join Carol in a little nursing.

When we arrived at Joey's, his father was asleep in his chair with the TV on the sports channel.

When I entered his father's mind, I found him to be having a dream about two women mud wrestlers battling it out on the TV while he watched it with his old high school friends. I quickly turned my attention to try and find out what caused his anger concerning Sarah, and almost missed the switching of his dream's focus.

One of the wrestlers was standing behind him massaging his scalp smiling a wicked smile while the other wrestler stood before them with a blank look on her face taking her clothes off. I heard the scalp massaging wrestler's voice say, "Tom, make her suck you."

There was something odd about the dream. I put myself into the dream for a moment, feeling and knowing what Tom was experiencing, finding his perceived age to be about eighteen, and that he felt completely helpless to do that woman's bidding.

Tom thought to the vacant eyed wrestler to suck him, and then the dream started to break up. I wondered if the dream could have ever happened, and quickly accessed Tom's memories when he was eighteen.

I didn't find anything until I suddenly ran across the woman who had been in his dream. The fiery red head with green eyes had been one of his classmates in college, and he remembers taking her out on countless dates, but couldn't recall what actually happened on those dates. He just remembers picking her up and dropping her off, and faint echoes of having sex, but nothing really clear.

I backtracked his memories to the time he first met her, then found the first blank spot and started inserting commands.

When I finished with the commands, I watched the memory of that first date play out, forcing Tom to remember it against his own will. Once I had seen the whole thing, I set it up to see it again, then had Joey join in the link, then sent Joey into dreamsville so he would experience his father's memory like a dream.

.....coming from dinner with Tara, looking for a spot to park in the drive in...

Tara's voice "I like that one over there."

... Okay.... As good as any... Shit she looks hot.... She has to be planning to make a move on me. We are seven spots away from anyone else.....

Tara's voice "Tom? Have you ever heard someone else's thoughts?"

.... What kind of a question is that? Is there some kind of hidden meaning?.... "What do you mean?"

Tara's voice "I mean, have you ever thought you could hear someone else think?"

.... Telepathy? ..... "Telepathy?"

Tara's voice "Yes, that's the word. Have you?"

.... Weird... "No. Not that I know of. Why?"

Tara's hand reaches up to my head and touches my scalp with her finger tips. Feels fucking great.

Tara's voice "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes!"

Tara's voice "Lay your head down in my lap."

...Tara moves her legs so they are on the seat with her back to the door. I lay down and feel her other hand touch my mind....

Tara's voice "You're much stronger than Chris. Even stronger than Jim. You should last a long time before burning out. Yes, that's right, let go of yourself. See how easy it is.."

....feels soo good..... fingers go deeper and deeper.... soo good...

Tara's voice "Almost to the center. Let yourself relax and don't fight it when you feel me take you. I promise I won't hurt you. You're going to be my Number One. We're going to have lots of fun together."

.... so relaxed.... I'm her Number One.... lots of fun.... I can feel her fingers on my soul.... take me.... please....

...flash of light... thank you Tara....

Tara's voice, "You are now my Number One. Tomorrow you will take me out again, and won't mind my number two coming along. You will take us to the make out point and think it is your idea. For now on, whenever you hear me say 'come to me, Number One,' you will let me touch your head like I am right now and release your mind to me. You will not have any interest in dating anyone else but me, and as soon as I let your mind go, you will not remember anything that has happened while you are under my spell. And tonight you will only remember sitting here with me watching the movie, very happy and content to be my boyfriend. You will not attempt to lure me into having sex with you, and will only kiss me when I choose. I am a witch. I do not have sex with mere mortals. Say yes, I obey."

... yes, I obey..... "yes, I obey"

Something was wrong. Joey didn't seem to want to come out of his dream. The memory was over, but Joey seemed to be waiting for it to continue.

But then he opened his eyes and said, "What? Is that it? Where's the rest?"

"Shit Joey, you were scaring me. I thought the dream had done something to you."

"No! I thought you were going onto the next date and was just taking a few moments to get set up. Is he okay? Does Tara still control him?"

"I'm not sure exactly what Tara did to him, but he hasn't been 'touched' by her since," I paused, searching for the last blanked memory. "Since about two years later."

"I'm not very good at this, but I can't find any commands in his mind," Joey said a few minutes later. "Can you?"

"There aren't any. I would have found them a long time ago if there were. Tara wasn't telepathic like us. I don't know what she was, but whatever she used, it's more like hypnosis than anything else. Very deep hypnosis. Deeper than anything I've ever tried."

"Come on. Show me a few more memories. Like the next one, and then do the very last one. I want to know what she made him do."

"All right, but just those two. You wouldn't believe the strain it's putting on your dad just to call them up. We may have to wait for tomorrow to see the last one."

"Okay. Just don't hurt my dad," Joey said closing his eyes.

.... Who is this guy?.... Oh well... I guess he can come.... brake... clutch & neutral.... "Hi. Who's your friend?"

Tara's voice "Tom, this is Chris. He's a very close and dear friend of mine. Would it be all right if he came with us?"

.... I don't mind.... "Sure. The more the merrier."

.... Brake clutch 1st gas..... Clutch 2nd gas.... brake right turn......

<rest of thoughts concerning driving removed>

Tara's voice "Let's park behind everyone so we can see them rock."

....Whoa... kinky... I wonder if Tara knows how hard I am....

Tara's voice "Come to me, Number One"

...OH! PLEASE TOUCH MY MIND!..... AHHH!!!....

Tara's voice "There, now... Chris, your time as Number One is up. You are now Number Two. You are quite happy to be Number Two. You will do whatever it takes to show my new Number One everything you have learned. For now on, I may call you both by your number name even while you are not under my spell and you will not think it strange. You will always call each other by your number name, and you are now best friends. Number Two, teach Number One the first lesson."

Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the car ahead of you. Imagine your hand reaching out to the two inside, reaching out to touch their minds, reaching... reaching... feeling.... touching.. now make your hands grasp their minds.... good.. hold on to them, and don't let them wiggle away... Now make them get out of their car by moving their minds.. Now make them undress each other... good.. Make them lose their fear by wishing them too.. very good. Give them the lust to fuck each other in front of your car.. Good. Tara?"

Tara's voice "I've never had a Number One learn so easily. Go on with lesson two."

Number Two's voice "Number One, concentrate on the two fuckers in front of you. Imagine them glowing, glowing with sexual pleasure. Now imagine the glow moving from them to Tara's body, taking the glow from them and giving it to Tara. Don't let them stop making more glow, and keep sending it to Tara. This is our function, Number One. We are Tara's tools for pleasure."

Tara's voice, "More Number Two. I want MORE!"

.... more.... next car, reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking out... undress... make horny.... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara... next car... reaching.... touching.... grasping.... walking out... undress... make horny... fuck... glow.... send glow to Tara.....

Tara's very loud voice "OH! YES NUMBER ONE! YES! MORE NUMBER ONE! MORE!! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

... I'm glowing! I can feel them fuck! FUCK ME ALL!... AAHHHH I'm CUMMING.... I'm Cumming again! And AGAIN!.... I'm FUCKING EVERYONE!....

I had to stop the memory when it caused Tom to start to go into shock. The drain of forcing the memories back to the surface was almost too great of an effort for him.

As Joey recovered, discovering he had creamed in his pants, I did a quick little peek into a few more of Tom's repressed memories. They were only flashes and not entire sequences of events, so they didn't cause Tom much more stress.

"Looks like Tara used your dad to get sexual pleasure without ever having sex herself. I can't find any instances where she did anything but use him to make people fuck and then steal or share the pleasure they felt."

"Why did she let him go? I wouldn't think she would have ever let him go."

"Hang on, let me check," I said skipping to the last blank spot.

It took me a few minutes to flash enough of the memory to get the gist of what was going on. And I was a little worried about telling him who was also in the memory.

"Looks like Tara made your dad over stress his partial telepathic abilities. He burnt out. When he couldn't do it anymore, she shared the pleasure with him one last time, then dumped him. He had already trained another Number One a few months earlier, and, er, I guess he associated the sexual pleasure with his replacement."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

I looked at Joey and said, "What are your mom and dad's pet names for each other?"

Joey never answered me. All he could do was stare at his father as it dawned on him.

I patted him on the back and left him there with his mother's voice echoing in his ears from just the day before.

"Number Four, tell Number One to clean up his fucking room!"

I knew he had never actually been Tara's Number One, but Joey couldn't help trying to remember if he had ever met Tara and if there were any blank spots in his memory. But the reason I had left him like that had been because he was hard just thinking about it. I figured he wanted to spend a little time alone.

And who knows. Maybe he'd clean up his room.

Yeah right.