That I could walk into a room filled with all my friends and relatives and no one would recognize me.By the end of my last week of school. My body fil...ed out my French Maid uniform, like my body was transformed into jelly and form fitted into the uniform. Nothing stood out of place. My manly or I should say boyish equipment was a size meant for a six year-old.On the last day I meet my new family. Husband and wife with a teenage boy of fifteen and a girl of thirteen.Mr. Mobley sat down and. I'm so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can't think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?" she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked "You. Laughing, she said, "Robbie, you're red as a beet. You're a real nut case, do you know it? C'mon, get out of her and let me finish my bath."That night, Robert felt more sexually alive than he had since before his wife's death. In the shower, rather than his masturbation being done quickly like taking a dose of medicine, he lingered over it, savoring the good sensations, fondling his cock rather than quickly jerking himself to climax. Though he felt guilty about it, the picture of Libby standing. Barry listened with his mind struggling with a long held desire to have his very unco-operative wife turned into nothing more than a slut, who not only would perform for him but also for his mates and even if there was a donkey on heat she would be thinking way of how to shove its enormous cock fully up her cunt. "I thought that you couldn't hypnotise a person without their co-operation?" he asked. Greg ordered another coffee and as the waitress turned away he lent forward. "Not anymore Barry,.