I sit up, realizing that my one wrist is still tied to the bed. Cant this nightmare be over? I say to myself. The sun is just coming through the wind...ws, just enough to see outlines of things in my room. I stand and reach for the dresser, hoping that my intruder has left his phone there. No luck. My cell phone is in my backpack, down stairs. Damn. I whisper. I can hear the TV on down stairs blaring some cop show or action movie. Hoping my intruder is sleeping I begin to work on the knot around. A couple of times I felt the barber lean against me briefly and this added to the wonderful feeling of being pampered. When I sat up he used the towel to vigorously rub my hair dry and then I moved to the chair in front of the mirror.As the barber trimmed my hair he chatted away in a southern Irish lilt that I found rather sexy. Again I felt him lean against me. His crouch definitely against my elbow. Looking in the mirror at him I moved my arm a little and I watched him respond by moving his. Her breasts were like melons with a cherry on top. Her perfect ass swayed like a pendulum while she walked (and believe me it had the power to hypnotize any man). Her beauty was spilling out of her from every point and I was totally mesmerized just by looking at her. The days when we had Mrs. Sophie’s classes were the best part of my days and I used to live my days just fantasizing about her. I even used to dream about fucking that ass and those breasts of hers and that used to HORNIFY me. My. "Yes what?" Yes I'm wet" When a woman is aroused and wet she needs to be taken by her man. SinceI'm your man I'm going to put you onto the table over there and screwyou. I wanted to do that anyway as soon as possible. I have only waitedsome days in order to let you get used to the new body you got from me."There is a very special reason why I want to screw you. When you get anorgasm while you are taken by the person who has put the spell on youthat changed you into a woman, nobody except me.