" His name wasMarcel and he was an athletic built guy with blonde hair and about 6'2"tall. If I was going to have to suck a cock for my Mistress at le...st I hadn'thad to suck off some fat slob, so I was feeling pretty lucky as I finished mydrink and went out to the parking lot to wait for Marcel. He came out andescorted me to his BMW and we drove to his apartment in the outskirts of Frankfurt. When wearrived there I was so desperate and miserable as Iknew that there was no more way out.. So, she stepped back and let me in. Nervous she was, so I made sure to brush against her tits as I entered. I asked for a drink of water, I followed her into the kitchen and watched her perfect MILF ass and when she handed me the glass I touched her hands and watched her eyes, nervous and shocked. Then I handed her the glass and ask for another, she turned and I stepped closer, when she turned I was invading her space, she stepped back against the counter. I could see she felt trapped, so I. So help me God, that vision of licking her all over just flooded my mind, and I had to look down at my notes for quite a while before I could get my thoughts together again.I watched every step as she came in, for the next week, then had to wrench myself back into prof mode. And she was delightful as a student. Interested, knowlegable, intelligent, considerate, with a joy of living that just shone through in her face.God, she was captivating! Every straight guy in the class was partly in love. To fight this insanity. Still the music surrounding him, guiding him, changing him.His arms began to feel lighter now, still moving with the music. Now instead of the sluggish flapping he had done before he could feel his arms tracing delicate gestures and arcs. The alien sensation began to move slowly out from the spine. He could feel it changing and shifting his organs as it moved out toward his gut. He felt his T-shirt suddenly loosen, then dangle as his belly, a victim of to many tacos.