Fire, anger.I've got just resignation and fear... can't do anything with that!" That remains to be seen..."There was a faint smell of something... and...the world faded again...I was on a bed. Strapped down. I tried moving... I moved my legs, andfroze as I failed to feel something I should have felt between my legs.It was then of course I also felt the weight of the blankets on my...breasts. Looking down, I saw them, large, D cup breasts... large... andblack. The voice came again..."This is no. I rush, knowing never to wipe his cum off. I quickly put on my black skirt, and my silk skirt that my Master brought me. I hope the client doesn't notice the wet spot on the small of my back. I'm life changed since I got this job, ever much, ?it's? not my life any more ?it ?s? his, and how he wants ? it ? to be, a self-loathing pain-bitch-never allowed a fuck nor to cum. the beginning How did it start: I think I'm a masochist. I?m quite the shy people, introverted, long curly red hair, that I. Alan went back to bed and concentrated on his penis. It started tingling again, and almost instantly returned to nine inches. He decided to see what else he could do. Going into the bathroom he looked at his hair. It was chestnut brown, like his mom’s hair, medium length and a bit messy-bed hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated. When he opened them his hair was smoothed out, like he had just combed it. He closed his eyes again, and upon opening them he was a blond. Again, and. It was mid afternoon in their bright fresh home and the couple seemed to be in a world of fantasy. Two neighbours down between their legs pleasuring them intently, expertly even, both Nicole and Carl ashamed by their own groans, and disgusted by their partners similar noises. The Buggermans concentrated on their jobs taking their time to lick and fondle neither speaking. Both were intent on making their unwilling friends enjoy the attentions. The curly blonde Nicole bucked a little in her seat.