My wife was visiting and chatting in the D/s rooms; and I was chatting in the doggie rooms. Many was the night I would go to bed leaving my wife at t...e computer chatting away with one of her "regular" partners. I would later be woken up from a sound sleep with her stroking my hardening cock and her riding me and herself to orgasm. While riding me to orgasm she would tell me what her online lover had done to her. You would not believe how wet she was. Of course, I used the internet to. If I can keep Bob from sucking him dry, maybe I can find out. Pulling my face away from Rebecca's puss for just a moment, I asked, "Hey George, how about a doggie-style fuck? I'd like to see how well you do with that stick of yours."George replied, "I'll give it a whirl, that is if Bob doesn't mind letting my penis go." I'll need something to occupy my mouth for a while. Do you think I can have a little sixty-nine time with Rebecca?" George responded."Absolutely!" Rebecca replied as our little. What were the limits of a coven'spower, if just one which could have this much control on them. Tommythought he might be converted to a bimbo force to have anal sex everynight. Thomas feared that he might be given breasts so large he could nolonger move without help. Different nightmares crossed their minds as thebarn filled with the 13 sisters of the coven. The men heard the women plotand cackle, over what was to be their fate.Sweat poured off the victims' brows as Helga floated over to them. "Men can tell you are always in heat, and when you smell a man who is excited, it's almost impossible to contain the urge to hump. It's not that you will die if you don't have sex, but you might as well." I remember the first thing that happened when I came out of the tank. After they checked me out, they gave me a skinsuit and some boots. Miners are used to wearing skinsuits, but this one revealed my new femaled body in all it's detail. I pulled on the spike heeled boots, which where.