But at least with the altar finished and the artifact secured to the wall as instructed, things would go back to how they were. And they should becaus... the changes in him haven’t stopped. His horns have grown longer, his breasts are a sight to see—even his tail seems to have grown to its full length. If not for his voice and cock, he would swear he is more woman than man.Now Marshall sits before it on his knees, starring at the Big Black. It points right at him, its tip gleaming in the low. Monica bit her lip and tried to remain quiet, but time and again, her body would betray her and she would utter a sound of pleasure.In time, he kissed his way up to her ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered confidently. She decided to lie and shook her head. "Yes, you are. Because you're a whore, aren't you?" She shook her head again. "I bet I can prove you are." She shook her head emphatically.A hand slipped between her legs and beneath her panties. She felt a finger slip past. Right – left – up – down … She yells.Doing the rotation with his fingers. Trying to describe the insane path. She is getting harder and harder to restrain themselves. With one finger I gently penetrate into the hole, while the rest take up again to massage the rest of her sweet heart. - Aahhh – heard of it.Start to penetrate deeper … and she would start to squat, sit down … I whispered in her ear: – Tsssss ….. From what he heard voices weirder her state is close to swoon … She says: – I do so I. I pointed to my back and ask her to begin her massage there. Martha slowly approached me. She sat on the bed next to me and then nervously began an amateurish massage. This went on for a few minutes and I didn’t mind her lack of experience. I was really beginning to get into it. I could slowly feel the blood flowing into my penis.I proceeded to roll over. I wanted to be able to see Martha’s hands on my body. I could see Martha glance at my semi-erect penis which was clearly evident. She was now.