Her fleshy purple tail swayed behind her as she spoke."You did very well last night my little Felicita. I am pleased." Thank you Mistress. I mainly fo...lowed your advice. My impulses drove me.I can't remember the last time I felt that alive!" Good. That was but a small taste of the joys that await you." I do wish you had told me the pheromones and my touch wouldn't work on agay man."Lilith snickered."What did you expect? You can't magnify an attraction that doesn't exist.Zero times a thousand is. Go ahead."Bliss. Ecstasy. Incredible joy. She's giving him her pussy, and she's ready to take a load.At this point, it's all about cumming. His cock is hard, thrusting, swollen. Hurting, almost, because he wants so badly to shoot. He'll give her a good finish, thrust a little harder, push his hips hard into hers. Maybe his cock bottoms out, maybe not. He's crashing his hips into hers, thrusting in, totally focussed on triggering a climax. Then he feels it -- the tightness in his balls, the ache. The next thing he knew was darkness. It was weird, Dan thought. He knew that he didn’t close the lights when he fell asleep. For that matter, he doesn’t even remembering falling asleep or even changing out of his clothes. He stretched out and tried to get out. Tried is the word. Startled, he looked around and saw that he was tied spread eagle to his bed. Naked. A rustle He craned his head and saw her. Catherine Trace wearing the sexiest pieces of lace that he ever saw. Her milky white breasts. One book was nothing but Black men and their cocks. Another was full of well-hung white men and then there were the magazines of women doing things to each other as well as men doing things to other men. (which I found interesting.)In the meantime, the computer went to screen saver mode and it was showing a slide show of dirty pictures. Most of which were two men and one woman, some of the women were taking the men in their mouths and back side while others were of a man under a woman while.