She was a delightful bundle to carry, dark hair spilling over my bare arm as I made my way towards the door. I could have simply willed the dreamstuff...to change around us, but my power works best when the conscious mind perceives a mask of reality."It's time to go the workshop, Michelle", I whispered in her ear. "There we'll get you out of those clothes and into something more suitable for your new role." She smiled back at me, her normal inhibitions suppressed, not really aware of what was. I felt really kinky sniffing a 72 year old knickers but the sexy musky smell of her panties was so strong that I knew I had to taste her crotch juices so I opened her panties and started to lick the inner silky crotch. It tasted so good and I couldn't help myself rubbing my hard cock with my other hand. This was all too much and I knew I had to wank myself off so I took Jill's panties and went into her bedroom. The whole room smelt of her perfume and as I lay back on her bed I started to wank. Again, I was feeling an anger creep up my spine as to how a low caste dirty old guy, her father’s age could even think of having Manasi as his lover and fucker in bed? I thought on how I could allow such things to happen? However, his cock had a sort of mesmerizing effect on me and I felt guilty to think that I wanted to see how Manasi would take it inside her soft juicy cunt.Siaikat usually comes to our room at about 9pm to give the milk glasses. So at around 8.30 I asked Manasi to put on a. His semi erect cock looked enormous and beautiful and all I could do was stare at it. My twitching cock and my lustful gaze left me with no doubt, I wanted to touch him too. He leaned back and opened his legs slightly, totally exposing his manhood for me. As nervous as I was, I wanted this too much to stop and reached out my shaking hand to touch him. His cock looked huge with my small fingers wrapped around it, huge and wonderful. His cock felt warm and smooth and soft but firm as it swelled.