"She moved in behind me, "Your hair is longer."I looked, pulling a lock off my shoulder, "No it isn't."She only smiled, "The spell is that way, often ...ou don't notice the change until it's too late.I looked at her, "I don't think I want to do this anymore." Then leave." She spoke softly, "Or rather, try to leave." You're intending to stop me then?" I asked the chuckling woman."I won't have to, the spell won't allow you to leave." She sat upon the arm of the chair and laughed. "Or, should I say,. She went over to a drawer, bent over showing her large ass, and pulled out a ball gag. She took the ball and rubbed it all over her pussy so I’d taste her as she milked me for her pleasure. She put it in my mouth; I tasted her sweet pussy juice as her hands began milking my cock.One hand was on my balls massaging them while her other hand was jerking me off. She was flicking her tongue on my penis head. I was helpless and she knew I was hers to use.She jerked faster and squeezed harder. Then. She’s liked him for a while but he just couldn’t take the hint. This way I get what I want, which is a great cock and an ok guy. She gets the shy sweet guy she likes and whatever messed up kink they’ll find together. And we both get out of each other’s hair for a bit, which is totally worth it.”“Hmm, you’ve put a thought in my head about Steve. Maybe I should bring him up here. Madison can sleep through anything and won’t mind if I have him up here. Who knows, maybe she’d get off listening to. The history of THMA, as all the lecturers called it, was the first presentation to catch Derek's attention. This was not because of the content, so much as the fact that it was given by Bob Hunt, the son of the founder, Thomas Hunt. Derek and Helen were both familiar with the outline of the story. How a one-man consultancy had grown, through hard work and good luck to the point where it acquired several other, smaller companies, and finally swallowed a moribund audit company to become a serious.