He held it in front of him, wondering briefly where it had come from in the first place. Well, he told himself, time for that some other time I guess....He had thought about a total body transformation, but quickly discarded it for it's obvious potential for error. So he decided to change the size of his dick, instead.He held it lightly in his left, wondering if this was what he was doing the first time, and began to concentrate on making his dick bigger. He imagined it growing longer and. ” Said James. They finished their drinks in a big gulp.Two minutes later they entered James’ empty room.“Ok Emma! Get on your knees! Now! You have some work to do!” Nick demanded.“Smack!” Nick slapped her across the face. “I said now, slut!”“Don’t hurt her!” yelled Phillip.Emma turned to look at Phillip and then she got on her knees in front of Nick.“Take my cock out of my pants.” Nick demanded.With Phillip and James watching intently, Emma reached out and pulled off Nick’s sweat pants. He wore. Surly she could feel it now, but she only continued to lay there. He started to slowly grind himself into her, telling himself that he should stop, but finding that to be impossible. Every time he thought she would feel him, she only lay there and so his rhythm became stronger and faster. Just when he had reached the point that he knew she had to feel him, he began to notice that she was now matching his rhythm. Her head turned to him and she kissed him deeply, their tongues curling around one. Thanksgiving was this week. Why did people push the season, she wondered. Barely Thanksgiving, and it already was all about Christmas. She supposed she’d best wear those enamel Christmas tree earrings. She eyed the Louis Vuitton boots. Too flashy for a coffee shop meeting, of course, but it was too cold not to wear boots. He wouldn’t notice. Why was she doing Christmas at all this year? Nothing but pain. She should have booked on a cruise to Fiji. Nothing like Christmas down there at this time.