Sure enough, Cassandra in the mirrored surface did the same, and brunette hair fell into her line of sight. She took a handful to make sure...yes, def...nitely Cassandra's hair!"Oh my God!" Now she realized something that had been bothering her, but it had been a very tiny worry compared to the giant one of being kidnapped and in a strange, unknown place. Her voice wasn't quite right, but now she realized it was because it was Cassandra's voice!Now it was her turn to sag onto the mat.. Slowly, I pulled back, until only the head remained inside my mouth, my hand wrapping around his slick shaft, stroking, as my lips and tongue tugged and caressed in soft, pulsing motions. Again, I let him slide deep, while one of my hands gently fondled his balls and the other wandered down my throat to my exposed breast to pluck at my aching nipple. Carlos’s eyes roamed between the sight of my lips wrapped around him and my hand at my breast, his chest was heaving now and a slight sheen of. Days passed, but I said nothing and waited patiently and basically forgot about it and I left on a business trip.One afternoon I get an email from my wife with the subject The Game Begins. I open it up and the message reads "Guess the dick, one guess per picture." Attached was a picture of my wife's hand wrapped around a nice, thick, semi-erect cock. I was mad with lust and hard all afternoon until I could call her that night. I told her how hot the picture was and how hard it made me and asked. " she said. She led him over to a secluded corner where some straw had been spread out. Robert's nose told him it had been used. "That's it?" "Well, things are pretty basic out here. Obviously, a chemical toilet would be pretty useless to us here. You haven't been a centaur long, have you?" "No," Robert admitted. "I only changed a couple of days ago." "And they let you out of the transformation institute that quickly?" Sarah asked in amazement. Robert realized his error, but he could hardly.