I want to be worked up, hungry for it, to avoid disappointing you.’ ‘Well that’s more like sex by appointment rather than a spontaneous collusio... of two bodies in rising passion but so what? I understand first fucks are never the best although can be very exciting emotionally. I’ll go to the gym and come for lunch at noon today because I haven’t talked to mom about Saturday night.’ ‘Oh neither have I, and it probably will be her first real date in years. We’ll have some wine and get her talking. Master Donovan demanded absolute respect. Everything about him was intimidating: the way he walked, the way he stood, his countenance and bearing, his dark clothing, the deadly, quiet tone of voice he used, the glare of his dark eyes. The slaves and submissives under his tutelage knew instantly what and who they were dealing with. They strove to do his bidding, working for and craving the infrequent praise he gave, yet all knew one slight, single word of acknowledgement from Master Donovan. Cornell's soon began to spasm and Hafsah eagerly gobbled up all of Cornell's cum which was spewing out of his giant cock. Cornell rolled his head back in delight as he watched this abayah-clad married Muslim woman voraciously suck on his big black cock. Cornell then said 'Ah so you can suck BBC good, but now it is time to see whether you can fuck BBC any good. Get up and strip slowly.' Hafsah released her iron tight grip of Cornell's large snake and she said 'I am going to keep on my headscarf. More messages, same theme. Reading the story was transforming people. I wanted to laugh aloud at the folly of such messages - except that something HAD happened to me. This wasn't some kind of hoax. It was real.Finally, I came to a message from Mom. Dear Mindy. She was trying to warn her family against reading Story 2000 - it was a real magic virus story, which was transforming her readers into their secret fantasies.I sat back. Okay, that seemed to make sense. I'd admired Traci Topps and her.