But it worked.”“Master PC is capable of more than we thought, I guess,” I said, pulling my jeans over my now-flaccid python. “I would have swo...n that ‘Todd’ was a young reflection of one of my former fantasy girls, Brooke Burke.”“Yours, too, huh?” Chuck said, his shit-eating grin still glued to his face. “But seriously, let me explain what I did just now.”“You mean besides fuck your son?” Joanie said, arms folded over her new, improved boobs. “I want to hear this story, too.”“I admit I was. Eventually, you start trying on her clothes when she is not around.Your “business trips” become more frequent, because you dressing opportunities have become more restricted.You sex life with your wife becomes almost non existent. One day you come home and find your wife in bed with another. You feign anger, but you know who is at fault.During the deep, soul-searching conversation that follows, she tells you that if you had been a “real man”, capable of satisfying her sexually, this would not. Through the tiny holes in the mask's painted-on eyes I see them frozen intheir various work poses, looking at me with their jaws on the ground. Ifeel the sun's heat on my tight latex skin, and it feels as the heat iscoming from the their lewd stares. I feel the light wind on what littlepart of me exposed - my cleanly shaved blue balls, squeezed under myimprisoned clitty, as I mince toward them, out in the open, on myimpossibly-high heels, carefully balancing the full tray on my uselessmittened. "I asked do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked me with dreamy eyes."Oh didi! I would love that," I replied excitedly.With that she got up from the bed, and led me at the edge of the bed."Sit down, brother" she said.I sat on the bed. Sangita didi put a pillow on the floor in front of me, and got on her knees. She ran her hands up my legs, and cupped my balls with her left hand, and stroked me with the other. She leaned in and started licking the tip of my cock, with short quick tongue.