Danny sighed. "Look, we've been dancing around the issue, whathappened last night wasn't natural, so the only other answer is that thecause is superna...ural." "Magic?" "Maybe," replied Danny. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but thenagain, I did transform into a woman in a bar on High Street last night." "You may be right. Isn't there some sort of witchcraft shop on HighStreet north of campus?" Danny shrugged his shoulders. "I don't remember seeing it." "I think there is. I. Then the photographer decided to be a diva...? For ten minutes I enjoy the freedom to rant. ?I'm so mad at them, I could beat hell out of you just to make me feel better.? ?Yes, Milady. Would you like me to bring a cane now, or after desert?? His eyes are sparkling. ?Bless you, darling, but you know I don't play angry. Besides, it's Friday.? He vanishes the dishes and sets a bowl of fruit salad and a cup of coffee before me, kneels a little further away, and folds down till. Bailey knelt between my sprawled legs as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth. Angel continued her loving caresses as Bailey slowly licked the full length of my cock, alternating with soft kisses from her pursed lips. I didn't climax, falling asleep in the middle of Baileys languorous treatment with my brain still a muddle. ***** My eyes opened slowly. The room was dim. I had no idea what time it was. Sleeping Angel was lying with her head on my chest, locks fanned in a blonde blanket. I. Her husband sat at the table, drinking his coffee and scanning his tablet, reading the news. Their son had just left for school.“What’s up with that dog of yours? This is the third time this week he’s dragged one of my bras under Josh’s bed. I don’t know how he’s getting them out of the hamper.”Ben Stevens smiled. His wife was clueless. He knew it was not the dog but their son who had put that bra beneath his bed.“And look at this? It’s like he’s drooling snot or something all over them. It’s.