Then he looks back to the figure. “What do I need to do to gain your trust?”“Build me an altar,” the shadow says. “You must show your loyalt... through your worship to me. Prove to me that you are worthy.”Marshall swallows hard. “I can do that,” he mumbles. “I will get it started now.”“No,” the figure says. She stands and saunters over to him. “First, you must be pleasured. Your pleasure becomes my pleasure. Pleasure makes me stronger. My strength feeds your loyalty. Loyalty earns trust. Trust. . despite being twenty years younger than me, twenty-five years younger than my ex, is more of a husband than Damian ever was.The work? Mostly taking groups of people for trips on the river. Sometimes it’s a couple of hours, just a short trip. Sometimes, an all-day job if the tides are right. You see, there isn’t enough water in the river at Maldon to float a barge except for an hour or so each side of high tide. Occasionally, we take a party out for several days, sleeping on board. We can only. This isn't possible!" said Gina in Tom's baritone, "There's no such thing as magic!" We're the proof there is", said Tom, running a hand through his long, raven tresses and pouting at his reflection, before turning and glancing over his shoulder at the image of his now more ample ass. "And you've got to admit, this is kinda intriguing." Intriguing?!" she shrieked. " Look at us! We've got to change back!" We will. But not for twelve hours, remember?" Twelve hours. Oh no, no. We're getting. It returned later in bed. Jo cuddled her as she lay with her back to him. He had an erection. It had been a few weeks now since they last had sex. She thought about it as she turned over and reached for him but changed her mind; she wanted to save herself for Tom. “Got you all excited then, has it; another man wanting me?” “Not in that way. Well... not getting a kick out of it,” he told her. “I... I looked at your bum too and thought... hmmm, it is nice.” She kissed him as she began to.