I was a little confused.Mum broke my train of thought. "I see Ms. Johnson already knows mydaughter," she hugged me. "I'm not going to ask how. But you...and shehave something in common." We do?" I asked. "She did say I was to make sometime to go and seeher," I looked at my mother. "Ms Johnson also said that I should dressas Belle for the dance at the country club. She said it was mydestiny."Mum giggled. "She does have a sixth sense on these things," she brokethe hug. "So are you going to go as. After a few meets we'd got to know each other very well and we'd got to the point where I'd get a text from their fun phone asking if I was about and fancied some fun. That was what happened one afternoon but this time they asked if I was available in a couple of days for something they described as 'a bit different'. Well you wouldn't turn that down, would you?The next text gave the details and it meant I was to wait for them in a layby that Thursday at exactly 9 pm. They were going to arrive. I gasped in shock as my nipple began to grow. Alex noticed this, and began stuttering his apologies. I noticed a fairly large bulg in his pants, and wondered if he needed help. "Alex, would you like some help with that?" I whispered. His eyes widened in shock. I've heard of these things called handjobs, and something else called head service, what ever that was.He stuttered something inelligable, and I just moved my hand to his bulge. When I touched his cock, I realized it was harder than any. I knew she was a little sensitive.“That’s better,” Arachne said, her voice resuming its usual sultry tone. “So how did the patrol go?”“Lousy,” I said. “The one guy I got my hands on was completely innocent.”“Well, no one’s completely innocent,” said Arachne with a throaty chuckle. “Speaking of which ... we missed you this evening. Changeling had to go and fetch some guy from a bar, and I hate to say it but he wasn’t quite up for the task.”Ever since my first night as a superhero, I had spent.