.scare me. You're trapped inside thisthing." Oh, am I really?"The television took that moment to increase in size becoming bigger,and bigger. Becky sc...ambled to her feet and began to panic. She aimedher wand once more"Obliterate!"The television burst into millions of pieces while the explosionknocked Becky to the ground. There she lay unconscious while a pinksilhouette took shape within the smoke. It intensified for a momentthen it faded away, but before it did you could hear an evil laugh. Now, to see if all that work had paid off.“Marcie.”“Mmm?”“What did you think about the last time you masturbated?”“You fucking me.”“What do you think about every time you masturbate?”“You fucking me.”“How long have you been doing that?”“Years.”“How many years?”“As long as I’ve known you.”I took a deep breath, and asked the ten thousand dollar question.“Hypothetical: we’re fooling around. You’ve just started going down on me, and I tap you on the shoulder and ask if I can fuck you. What do you. Then he stopped. I felt the featherlight touch of his fingers on my toes that moved lightly and slowly up my leg to my abdomen, then my breast and nipple to circle around my face before tracing back down the opposite side. The gentle, tickling touch signaled the end of my massage.I lay there almost exhausted from the stimulation. My eyes remaining closed, listening to my breathing and the continued pulsing of my labia. I slowly opened my eyes. My blurred vision finally seeing my masseuse. All at once, he felt that same 'inversion' of roles that he had noticed so often since THE DAY. He was no longer an inexperienced boy as he was that memorable night in Teri's basement when he first took the glamour shots of the girls. There was no longer a life-experience gap between himself and these women. Or if there was, it was in his favor, despite his tender years.These were nice women who wanted an ego boost that he could give them. There was no reason he should feel shy or nervous with.