Kickingand screaming is just overkill."Think, brain." My brain decides that I subconsciously effected changeswhile I was sleeping, like blonder hair a...d bigger breasts. Clearly Ihave some kind of control over my form that I've been unable toconsciously access. Then again, have I tried?I shut my eyes and become Luke Skywalker, hanging upside down in theWampa cave on Hoth. I picture my arms and legs getting longer until Ican reach the ground. I visualize the long legged ladies of theeighties:. ” he replied with a giggle. And with that I turned around and with him still kneeling on the ground put his soft cock inside of my mouth. It tasted like latex which wasn't really appealing, but he had just fucked the shit out of me on my floor and I wanted to let him know how much I was appreciating it. Also because I wanted him hard again. I kissed the base of his dick and licked all around the ring indention to help it feel better and he sighed with relief as I spit on it and sucked it off.. I put on the slip and went into the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute than slid up on to the bed it self as I waited for Jerome. Ten minutes latter, Jerome came in with a bottle of wine in a five gallon paint bucket filled with ice. he poured two glasses of wine and passed me one, I timidly sipped some of the wine. Jerome looked at me and laughed 'you think I have to d**g you to fuck you. All I have to do is let you play with my cock and you will let me fuck you all day long'.. )'Yes, let's!' giggles Natasha. Ok, so she is feeling playful. It's more than fine by me (I love these little games almost as much as Natasha does) and I buzz for Simon to come through. He shuffles in and stands next to Sylvia in front of the couch where the in-crowd are sitting.Simon Woodrow, forty years old, chubby little dork, part of the furniture. The quintessential victim. He's been my employee and getting mercilessly bullied by me for nearly ten years. (Shit, some of the stuff I've done.