I’ll try very hard to please you sir.”Michelle was a very cute and petite girl of twenty-five. She couldn’t have been taller than five feet and ...eighed any more that eighty or ninety pounds. She was wearing a pink skin-tight dress that had a plunging neckline almost to her belly button, a low scooped back, and was well above her knees unlike the other women that all had dresses to their ankles. Even though her dress had a huge ‘V’ in the front nothing showed; she didn’t have any. As she laid between my legs, she ran her tongue up and down the shaft of my dick, sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, while stroking my dick. She then ran her tongue around the tip of my dick, licking and sucking all of the pre-cum which was leaking out of it into her mouth. She kept looking into my eyes as she did this, and I kept moaning and gently holding her head in my hands and pumping it up and down over the head of my dick. After what seemed to be an eternity of bliss, I felt. Both Wanda and I had a thought at the same time (or was it that one of ushad the thought and it was instantly transmitted to the other, it was hardto tell at times), "We need to know what changes he's enacted upon hisbody. The infernal powers might've granted him claws or a tail orsomething else that he could use against us in a fight."Now I couldn't cast any spell that would warp reality. It'd be likescreaming, "You're being followed by a sorceress!" but I could cast a spellto enhance my. After work Scott hustled to get to Mr. Piotrowski's so that he could get started on the bike. There was a note on the back door explaining that Mr. Piotrowski had gone to town, and that the carriage door was unlocked.Scott took a notebook from his backpack and started to inventory parts. He unwrapped each item and tried to lay it out in an organized fashion. It was all there, from what he could tell, a complete motorcycle. All he had to do was to put it back together and get it running. This.