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“And cumshot who are you? Why do I get these ‘powers’?” Roland asked, giving the last word air quotes. “I’m unaware Mr. Jackson. However, should you choose to use your abilities, you must say the words, “I order.” Those words before a sentence will carry out said instructions. The deaf will read your lips, the blind shall follow your words. Electronics will not carry your orders, they must be in - range if you will. And now, I bid you adieu.” In the moment it took Roland to blink his eyes the man was gone. Suddenly the room was alive again. Roland hadn’t realized how quiet it had been, with life having literally stopped for several minutes. And he didn’t pick his head up from the table as if asleep. He didn’t have a headache or anything physical that he could tell, as different. He was trying to rule out the different things that could explain what had just happened, but after a minute he just decided he needed to try it out. That was the only way to tell if he was crazy or not. He looked over and saw a cute brunette that had sat down a minute ago with her coffee. He rose and walked over to her. She was alone and if he made a fool out of himself he could play it off and only be a creep to one person. She was cute though. She had on low rise converse shoes, jean shorts that were low rise, a yellow tank top and some kind mature of bra with a light cream sweater over top. Her purse was a brown leather affair on the table top. Her hair was in a hasty ponytail and she had dark metal, amateur thin rimmed indian glasses on, while her fingers tapped away on her phone. She looked up at him as he came to her table, a look of slight interest. She probably thought he’d hit on her or ask her out or something. “I order you to give me your coffee,” he said simply. She immediately picked up her coffee and lightly tossed it at him, which he wasn’t ready for, trying to catch it out of instinct while letting out a surprised ‘oh shit’, before it ultimately hit the floor and splattered everywhere, the hot liquid burning his hands along the way. “Owww! What the fuck?” the girl said, Hardcore standing up as coffee hit her legs as well, her size now apparent at about five foot three inches tall, with a petite frame but decent, good looking B or C cup breasts. “Why did I just throw that at you!?” she exclaimed. “I just bought that! God damnit!” But Roland had an answer. Just like that, he could make people do what he wanted. Unless for some reason she had just done what he’d said automatically, and with results he hadn’t thought of. “Sorry,” he said automatically, then thought quickly. “I order you to come with me,” he said, thinking about some damage control. She immediately went blank in the face and stood stark upright, then moved with him when he started walking. People were looking at the commotion now, they needed to leave. But then he realized she’d just left, her phone was in her hand but her purse was still on the table. “Go get your purse,” he said to her, but she didn’t do anything. “I order you to go get your purse.” “It’s okay,” she said softly, as a warm wind mature blew across us. "Is that it, hon?" I could still hear my sister running away laughing. They looked at each other for a moment, silent. You ok with that?” He said and looked at me. I wasn’t sure what she meant exactly, but she quickly demonstrated by getting up off me, releasing my cock so it slapped my strained tummy muscles with a smacking sound. Curley was happily grunting away. I nervously glanced at Betsy. You can go in your bare feet to slow you down indian and I amateur don’t want to hear from anyone that you’ve been covering your breasts or genitals. “Yeah, well Ashley really seemed to enjoy them.” She turned her back, “No… I cumshot don't think so.” I sat back in the chair with a defeated grunt. We’re talking technical Hardcore drawings of equipment, maps, military personnel files, strategy documents… Everything. IT…IT … Fe, FEELS SOOOO GOOOD!!!” He tossed his head in the direction of the two other girls. Tina drew a sigh of relief.