Maybe I'd been too busy washing my head hair, as somehow or other, I'd accidentally managed to get a large dollop of lube in it. Then I remembered wh...t fun we'd had. I'd spanked him for ages in a private room, le vice Anglais indeed, and then we'd shagged each other senseless in front of an eager cosmopolitan audience in the cinema room. The feeling as his thick bell-end eased and probed its way into my tight tunnel was just exquisite. Mmmm, such happy days!Just a couple of weeks later I. I look closely and realize it's me!!!! But what's thaton my legs? You've placed me in stockings and a garter belt, with frilly panties! Oh my God! I've been sissified! The screen changes like a slide show andI see my red paddled ass, pics of you fucking my ass, me hogtied licking yourpussy and many more! My cock twitches, even though I'm mortified! You reach over and clamp mynipples before saying softly to me, "Now you're really going to serviceme and you don't come until I've had 10. I fully expected his hands to come down on my head, but perhaps he wasworried about pushing things too far, or perhaps he was concerned withmussing my wig up. Either way, he kept his hands to his sides and justbegan thrusting his hips back and forth. Sliding his cock into my mouthand then back out again, faster and faster and faster. I could hear hisbreathing get heavier and quicker. I could almost feel his cum gettingwarm and ready for release, and I moved my left hand from his thigh tohis. I visited old ruins and spent days at a time in the magic labs, seeking answers to how our craft worked. I am not sure I will ever find those answers but I gained a keener appreciation of how to manipulate magic. The old man died before the Succession came around. I performed the funeral rites myself, conjuring dramatic illusions of his life’s work and guiding an asteroid out of orbit to ignite his pyre. It was perhaps my finest magic. We did not discuss it beforehand but I am sure he knew I.