.The girl's voice, and not my own. Somehow through trickery this witch had stolen my voice and was now mocking my every attempt at speech!I stared at ...er and she stared back. I turned my head one way and another and she copied my every move. It was out of frustration with her that I finally brought up my hand to my chin to think out what to do next, and with that action I suddenly realized my chin was far too soft, whisker free, and delicately rounded to be my own. It was then that I realized. My jacket and studs fly across the room and your eager hands are struggling with my zipper. I laugh and push your fumbling hands away. I deftly undo them and they pool down around my ankles. You quickly drop down on your knees in front of me and pull off my shoes. I kick them free of my remaining clothes.I, as usual, have other plans. I am too excited for a mere suck-off. I want to feel your pulsating passage clinching around me. I pull on your hair until you stand up. Regretfully, you let my. After lunch and more conversation, Louse and Mary showed me the apartment. It was perfect for me. When I asked Mary about the price, she said we would talk about it later.I think Louise was a little upset as it sounded like Mary was going to give me a deal she hadn’t offered her. She didn’t say anything, but she became very quiet and left shortly after the tour was done.Mary offered the apartment on a month to month lease as long as I planned to use it year-round. She priced it about 15% below. “Tell me something,” she said to him. “If you stood up right now, would you have an embarrassing tent in your jeans?” He nodded, reddening. “Thought so.” She turned back to us. “So Mike finished me off, which in the circumstances, was the least he could do. And I had the good manners to let him finish too.” “And the rest was easy,” explained Mike. “We got a couple of funny looks for our strange and… incomplete attire as we walked down the hill. But you were kind enough to leave the car keys on.