My body is meant to serve. To serve you and serve my master. All you have to do is accept me and my new life in Alan's harem. There's enough of me to ...hare."Despite the insanely arousing sight in front of him, Adrian frowned. "But Ma. I thought I was your master now."She raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "What makes you think that?" What you just said. 'Make me yours.'" His timidity took over and his voice faded as he spoke. The words "Make me yours" seemed so outrageous that he barely managed to. "No, but, Stacy…" Becca whimpers, trying to protest. She's not very convincing. Stacy focuses all of her pent-up energy on her lust for Becca. I'm going to do everything to her sweet, little body. Since I have to ache with need, I'm going to make her ache with pleasure. Stacy presses her nose to the front of Becca's PJs. The cute girl's aroma smells like young, innocent desire. "You're my sweet girlfriend. Everything that makes you happy, makes me happy too. We're one in the same," Stacy. She has no legs, but is supported by a pair of bare feetthat grow at the bottoms of her severely truncated thighs. Reading from a sheet of music on a stand before her, she plays thestrings of herself, which emerge from her pubic region, run along thecenter of her midsection, and merge with the wooden neck of theinstrument that rests upon her left shoulder. This image is repeated,with a variation, in If I Ruled, in which a masked, bare-breasted womanholds a cello that consists of a woman's. "You can fuck my wife as many times as you want.The panic-stricken man was practically in tears. I told him that his wife Connie had hit on me many times, and that I could have had her years ago if I had been interested. "To be honest, your wife gets on my nerves," I said."So what are you telling me then?" he asked, I suppose you want me to keep my hands off your wife." I don't want you to keep your hands off of Laura. I want to watch you fuck her, and maybe even join in." I didn't have to tell.