“Much better.”“Your color’s back.”“That’s good. I’m okay, I’m in control. Wow, I feel really weird. I’m in control, I’m in contr...l.”“Have you eaten anything today?”“No. What happened?”“Well my guess is the martini went straight at you through your empty stomach and when you smoked the dope it pushed you over the edge. It’s happened to me before, the feeling will pass. You’ll be fine. We need to get something in your stomach though.””Fuck man, I don’t like this. How come it doesn’t affect you. Then my phone started to load a short video clip. I hit play and turned up the volume. I could see now Ana, her thighs spread wide, offering him full access, as the black fingers went in and out of her cunt. My wife was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the different touch of these filthy black fingers.The video ended in less than fifty seconds and I immediately replayed it. Then I listened up and heard him talking quietly, something I missed first time. She was waiting for me in her sexiest dessous.?I think a small drink is in order and then you will spend your last night on earth in heavenly company,? she joked. ?I think that you should have a last meal and a last fuck before you die!?She poured me a whiskey and I sipped it whilst admiring her exquisiteness. In a corset of red satin, sheer stockings and high heels she was a picture of all that I desired in a woman. I laughed at her joke.I should have cried.The. I moaned, hands playing with my nipples.The heat centered on my chest, my breasts growing out. Lost in thebliss of it, I cupped them both, feeling my growing skin in my hands.The heat traveled to my face, I felt changes but couldn't tell what.My hair tickled my neck as it lengthened. Moaning in pleasure, Icouldn't stop my orgasm.Panting, I slowly stood up, stumbling to the mirror in Natasha's room.As I walked over, I could hear Nat murmur to herself, "Oh my God..."Getting to the mirror, my hand.