Really? he asked rising off the bench. I thought he was going to ask, at first. Bar tender was a friendly good looking guy, i'de of been happy to blow...him. Instead, with his pants around his ankles, he forced me over the bench. He pulled my hips out, I knew where this was going. He'de removed his pants, d****d himself on my back and began to grind his dick on my ass crack. So, you little fag boy, you needing more? You have one sexy cock but I can take dick all day, I challenged him. He rose off. I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna watch you tonight." The hell you are! I'm quite capable of taking care..."I didn't get the sentence finished in a timely fashion, at all. I was unceremoniously grabbed up in his arms, my brain liquefied at that moment, and he carried me off to my room.Picture this, if you will: I'm 150 pounds at 5'5". No lead weight, but no heavyweight either. Him: Nearly six foot and tipping the scales at over 200. When you throw in arms and legs like tanks, it wasn't a fair. "I don't have tits anymore." Damn it, I'm still man," added Jack's voice. "Susie you messed up the spell again." I'm sorry, Cindy," replied Cindy's voice. "I don't know what went wrong this time." How come you didn't change this time?" asked Cindy-in-Jack."I have no idea, Cindy," replied Susie-in-Cindy."I've had enough of this shit," snarled Susie's voice. "I don't give a rat's ass what you have to do to fix this, just do it immediately, if not sooner. I don't want to stay in the body of this. .."Baby?"John heard Tiffany's voice behind him. He took his hand from his crotch, but the startling caused his erection to go overboard and he felt himself ejaculate into his wife's underwear. He scrambled to close the video, but Tiffany stopped him, taking over control of the mouse."Wait a second." She said, pausing the video. John, ashamed and lap full of cum, looked toward his wife. "Why are you masturbating in my panties? And what is this video?" Tiffany asked, leaning in closer to read the.