." Zeke cried - and it was if his words were some sortof signal, for that transparent whirlwind suddenly tightened in on him,the 'eye' shrinking down ...o nothing as the whirlpool enveloped him......and he began to change.The muscular arms still crossed over his chest began to become slimmer,finer-boned - even as they were pushed further away from his ribcage,without leaving contact with his warm flesh. Flesh that was becomingsmother and more softly firm as it bulged outward in two firm,. "Now I'll teach you how to give a full body massage."As I stood at her toes and began to stretch her legs, she groaned. I took my time. I luxuriated over her lithe body. When I was nearly finished with her back, I began her caress her ass cheeks. I ran my strong fingers along her thighs, up toward her crack. She spread her legs a little giving me tacit permission to go further. I looked into her bare crotch and ran my thumbs all the way up. I began to kiss her pillowy buttocks. My tongue. A few seconds later she noted that the Indian, dressed only in a small breechcloth, stood next to the platform. He had a large feather in his hair and was painted with red and blue circles and stripes on the chest and the face. He began to sing something in his native tongue. It was a surreal sight to see this war-painted Indian in the light of the torches.Evelyn continued her story by telling us that after standing a short time beside the platform the Indian had come to sit beside her on the. All will be ready for tomorrow morning. Until then, you shall stay here as my guests.”I tried to object. He wouldn’t listen.The day passed quickly. Pedro was a charming host, Callie quite taken with him, especially when he showed his interest in dancing, their conversation drilling into the complexity and history of Flamenco dance.Late, after a sumptuous dinner, Callie and I retired to a small guest villa. She was bright and chatting but, as night arrived, when she emerged from the bathroom, I.