’ The door banged shut after the class filed out; the tension was high. Ben stood awkwardly behind his desk with his hands in his pockets, Izzy hel... her books in front of her, now they were alone she couldn’t look at him, she glanced at the desk and instantly went bright red and half turned away. ‘Izz, er, are you ok?’ ‘Fine, I’m Fine,’ ‘Fine. The word that means nothing...’ ‘.. but says everything,’ Izzy finished for him. She finally looked him in the eye, those deep green eyes. Ben walked. And he started filmg her with her full knowledge. She didn’t seem to stop .My wife looked as if she was in a trance. I couldn’t recognize her that she was the same sweet innoncent wife of mine.Getting a cue from Saleem , Papoo started pumping her real hard. Jyoti’s moans grew louder and her lips parted even further, fully knowing that she is being filmed.Her body was stiffening. Oh god, I knew she was about to cum !!! How could she while being ****d ? I was ashamed of her and of myself too.I. But at least with the altar finished and the artifact secured to the wall as instructed, things would go back to how they were. And they should because the changes in him haven’t stopped. His horns have grown longer, his breasts are a sight to see—even his tail seems to have grown to its full length. If not for his voice and cock, he would swear he is more woman than man.Now Marshall sits before it on his knees, starring at the Big Black. It points right at him, its tip gleaming in the low. Then pulled my knees up and spreads my knees apart. He gave me more poppers. Daddy started slowly edging my cock and playing with my balls. Letting go occasionally to watch my aching cock jump up and down. He slapped on my balls with one hand while edging me with other. More poppers. Continuous dirty talk, nipple play, ball play, cock play, poppers... such pleasurable torture! After a long time, I was aching for release, I was begging to cum. He lubed up my dick. Daddy gave me one more popper.