I played video games, my typical Friday night, until I got tired and went to bed.I woke to the feeling of soft hands stroking my cock to hardness.“U...gh, Kate...” I began, lifting the sheets to uncover... ... not the witch, but a small woman with gray skin and a large fringe of dark hair. She paused masturbating me as I looked at her.“Um ... hello,” I said tentatively, “Are you Demie’s friend? She said you’d be by.”“Yeth,” she said with an odd lisp. “Need themen.” Then she returned to playing. Holding my palms out Isaid, "How, how can I help?" I knew my teams were listening toeverything now as I took the final step forward. "Touch me, feed me."Reaching forward I touched my left hand to the surface, it felt almostwarm, soft and, I was suddenly inside. I could hear nothing fromoutside. 'God I hope they don't freak out,' I thought.Suddenly I could see outside, they were on edge but staying calm.Suddenly I saw an image in front of me. "Please, take a seat," shemotioned to an empty chair.. Jeannie and Consuela are in Jeannie's Mercedes. They just dropped meoff. Jeannie is always stopping by to give me my pills. "Oh Cha-Cha, Ilove your tan. You're so dark, so ..so ethnic!" Jeannie giggled as Iwiggled my way into the tanning salon. They know me here, and won't letme leave until I'm "done." I'm darker than Consuela or even Raoul. "You looking better, chica. You nice and dark. Firming up. Tightlittle ass, good thighs but you tits still way too small." I gulp. I'vebeen. I may fall for half a dozen of your friends too. You should warn them, in fact."She melted against him. Sherry Masters wasn't used to boys saying things like that to her ... about her."You better not be lying," she said, softly, "because I'm falling hard for you." I am lying," he said, with no trace of humor in his voice. "You just said I was. You said I wasn't a chicken, and that I was lying."She tried to get up, but he wouldn't let her. It turned into a faux wrestling match which was violent.