Now in the ten years Darrell had worked at the company, the vending machine had provided a wide variety of wholesome snacks including trail mix, grano...a bars, and an occasionally almond joy bar, but in all those years it offered apple pie maybe twice. Suddenly, on the first Friday in August, Darrell looked at a single apple pie tucked into its slot in the vending machine. He could feel his hands trembling as he reached into his pocket and pulled out one, two and then a third quarter. Carefully. Slapping a small smile on my face, I looked over to where Cien was. He looked exactly the same as he did the night before. As we approached, I could tell he was staring at me. I blushed and he finally looked away, eyes twinkling. When he set his eyes on Tilda, his entire demeanor changed. ‘What in Saint George’s bones happened to you, Tilda Fraser?!’ He shouted. Tilda shrank back in disappointment. I felt my jaw drop open. How dare he yell at a child like that. I stepped in front of Tilda. .yes, that would be great,’ Dave said. ‘Jeannie, I wish for you to suck Dave’s cock to enhance it with your magic,’ Joe said. ‘Yes, Master,’ she said, breathing deeply. She stood and walked over to Dave. Her body was flush, shining with sweat. She smiled at Dave and knelt down in front of him, working right away to get his pants open. Joe reached over and held her ear lobe and said ‘Dave’s penis will seem much smaller when you start sucking him off, and you will see the effects of your magic. It’s got about a shot-glass worth of milky white fluid collected in the reservoir tip, because, that’s what it’s for . . . right? It’s meant to trap a load of cum and in this case it’s done its job well; I’d been dripping into that thing for over an hour, and while I hadn’t reached actual climax, the contents of the condom were comparable. This is where *terror* sets in. Though this isn’t my first time, nothing takes away a man’s masculinity in a second than the realization that you’ve allowed.