“But not too much. The first time my sister tried it, she put too much blue on her eyes.”“Eye shadow,” I said.“Yeah. My dad kept asking who ...it her. I wonder what it’s like sometimes. I’m thinking about majoring in theater in college. You have to wear makeup on stage.”We sort of looked at each other.“What?” he said.“You want to try?”“Try what? — Oh.”“Come on. It’ll be fun.”“If you tell anybody, I’m dead meat.”“I won’t. I swear.”“Promise?”“Sure.“I mean promise.“Yes!”“OK then.”We went upstairs,. . I need your thick tool up my pussy!" No you silly prick... Use the real words... I want to hear you say what youreally need!"The guy was struggling to stroke his cock, breathe, tongue his mistresses'asshole and talk, all at the same time. Markie's cock was throbbing in hishand!"I need your rock-hard prick stuffed up my pathetic little gayboy asshole, Ineed the kind of fucking only a special girl like you can give... please fuckme... I need it; I need you up my ass!" You've convinced me, you. Listening to the instructions John was uttering to Jane made him hard. He didn’t want to have to get out of the chair in a hurry. If Steve — and only Steve — said ‘slut’ that is exactly what Jane would become. If Steve clapped his hands three times the ‘spell’ would be broken. John promised there would be no adverse effects, and promised no other person would be able to trigger the change. It sounded too good to be true. It certainly sounded too good for £150. But it had to be worth a try. Back. Molly tried not to look. When she caught a glance of him, he looked smaller. Without his clothes his body looked wasted and more bony than even she would have imagined. Tufts of matted black hair covered him. His prick was long, and thin, much like the man himself. He climbed between her spread legs and mounted her without speaking. His prick poked deep into her belly. He began pounding into her immediately. His thrusts were not that painful, but Molly still cried out each time..