He tried to tell himself that he was just immersed in a wonderful, sexy fantasy. But when he heard his own voice, sounding blank and sleepy as he said... ‘Yes, Mistress Desiderata. My cock is stiff and aching to be drained,’ he had to admit that he sounded exactly like every fantasy of brainwashed obedience he’d ever had. ‘Of course it is,’ she replied. He could hear the arousal in her voice, and it was almost reassuring-surely a real succubus wouldn’t get turned on by this, right? ‘You need me. He aimed his spurting prick at her nose, and shot a line of white sperm right up along the bridge between her eyes, the end disappearing into her hair. He moved left, leaving a line across her cheekbone. He aimed the head up a bit, decorating her forehead with sperm. He moved down, splattering her lips with streams of hot wet goo. The explosions of jizm went on for several seconds, streaming over Missy's lovely features and decorating her face until there was barely any dry skin left on it. As. Then she grinned, amischievous look in her eyes. "Very well," she exclaimed, "We you canhave another chance, double or nothing. This time we'll wager on justhow good your eyes and hunting skills really are..." But no magic," HE WHOSE BREATH MELTS STONE tried to growl, though itwas far from menacing with his new throat.The girl thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Very well. Ishall not use magic to win this contest."With that, the girl held her hand out and a large flat stone. “Happy birthday, Darling. This is Carol. She has agreed to be your slave for the day.” My mind started racing. Jillian KNEW that one of my fantasies was to have a lovely Asian woman to wake me gently in the morning and do my bidding all day. AND she knew about my love of having sex with more than one woman at a time, even though I had experienced it only three times in my life. Oh. My. God. Was it too much to hope that all my fantasies were to be fulfilled on this special – soon to be Holy –.