I mean, uh, you gave me a massage first. So we're even."My hands had gone slack around her wrists, and before I could tighten them, she jerked my pant... down and exposed my hard erection out into the cool night air. Her head bent over it, with her eyes swiveling up into mine."What? You don't want me to?"I'd gotten a new grip on her wrists, so tiny and thin in my meaty paws. So she wasn't moving anywhere. "Of course I want you to. That's not the point." Then what is the point?" She exhaled. Wall. I believe you have acquired the powers from a ring known as the Enchanter. The ring reacts only to certain DNA, and mine failed, so I set up a base to see who ends up possessing the Enchanter.” Mystique smiles.“Powers?” you ask, gaping.“Yes. You’ve already gone through physical transformations. But a power is inside you. Rumor has it that the Enchanter gives the ability to alter the minds of any woman, and you possess highly addictive sperm.” Mystique explains.“So... is Mystique your real. " Well your lack of teasing my erection the other day was the first give-away." I said."Oops," she replied, and blushed again. "Do you think I could touch it?"My heart skipped a beat at the thought, my cock jumped in response."I suppose." I said, my voice caught in my throat.My sister moved closer to me, today she was wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt. She slowly reached for my shaft and wrapped her fingers around it. I moaned softly in response. It felt so good. She started pulling on my. She hit me again anyway—just because she could. Finally, after—I didn’t know—thirty? Fifty? She stopped and sat beside me. “You know, don’t you, John that I only did that because I love you and I want our marriage to succeed. Our relationship is changing. I’m moving to the top and you’re going down. That’s the way it’s going to be. You just have to accept your new role. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to whip you again and again until you eventually figure it out. Do yourself a big.