In the shop there was only me and a the guy at the till, he was black, tall and looked very athletic, i felted a lil frisky and walked out while weari...g my sexy outfit and asked what he thought, he looked slightly shocked at first, but he had kind of a cheeky grin where he said ill have to close up soon, i asked then did he think my bf would like the pressie, of course he said yes, i went back to the changing room feeling very frisky now and a lil bit wet, i heard movement and heard they guy. Now do something about my dick, or I'll get angry." I'm sorry, sir. What should I do?" Straddle me, so your vagina is right above my cock." Okay." Pyx crawled up the bed and took position."Now lower yourself onto me."She tried twice. But each time, she missed the mark.Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. "I'm sorry, sir." It's not your fault. Vonda makes it look so easy. Vonda!"Vonda's voice drifted in from somewhere in the suite. "Pyx. Use your hands. Guide it in. You can do it."The third. "Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya."Like who, mom?" came back Deen with his reply."Well you know, someone who I don't..." she struggled to finish the sentence."Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.Blushing, Manya nodded her answer."Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck you. Simple" said Deen."Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,"One more thing. I felt my anger flare as another hunger pang shot through me; this had been my life for months, moving from place to place with nary a moment to rest or a bit to eat. All because I'd woken up one day with slitted red eyes and a set of curling horns. Add to that some minor spellcraft, which I didn't even know how to control, and tar-like spunk that apparently mesmerized women, and I'd been forced to flee my home or risk facing torch or pitchfork.I hadn't done anything. Even my discovery of the.