As I looked around my surroundings the room never changes, the walls were of a deep purple with black outlines of the fleurs de lis stencilled into th... walls, the carpet was the colour of claret the colour of blood. To which the room was sparsely furnished, except for a big blackwood chest which she kept what she always said was her toys for punishment.I was tied to the bed, a four poster bed. It was large enough for me to be tied out in the shape of a giant X, my hands and feet were tied with. .Then I removed her saree and started pressing her huge assets and rubbing her pussy it was hairy but I started licking it.She said what are you doing don’t do that I said wait you will enjoy.She now started liking it and I was kissing her pussy lips and fingering her she was moaning…Aahhhh..Shhhhh……….That feels so god……Aaahhhhhhhh………….I now put my cock in her mouth but she refused to give me a blowjob.I asked her to spit on my cock she does it she took my cock in her band and said ….It’s huge. Good old twenty-first century logic coming too my aid to explain the unknown.Now all of these I had attributed to mistake, accident, or panic induced hallucination. But now I was starting to see a pattern here. It was like every time my blood was up, whether I was scared or excited or whatever, my body would somehow change. Just now I had been nervous about seeing the vice principal who was sitting in front of me, couple that with the intense imagery and I had turned into the pebble skinned. Friday night for a single man, you'll drink to that.There wasn't much point in leaving work on time anyways you told yourself, why rush home to this? It's been the routine since your daughter Kylie left for school, studying painting at Boston Institute of Arts.The house seemed so immensely empty and silent since she left. What's most strange is that you really miss the things that used to annoy you most about her. Like how she would pace and walk around through the halls when talking on her.