“Oh, Master?” My sex slave's twinkling, green eyes stared at me. “What's that?”“Giving President Brooks some new orders. Frankly, I should'v... just done it to him yesterday but I wasn't really thinking about how I could use these powers to do things other than fuck girls.” Aurora giggled. “But that's so much fun. I mean, we have to turn my stuck-up friends into your sex slaves, too. Petra and Paris need to be covered in your jizz just as much as me, Master.”“You really want that?” I asked.She. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had those feelings for females before, but nothing quite that severe. I paid particular attention to my hair the night of the party, a good part of the time it was either extremely strewn every which way because I hadn’t bothered to comb it in the morning, so I decided I would work at enhancing my appearance. Either way, it was going to be perfect tonight, because for once in my life, I impressed someone other then my mother. Just as long as I looked ‘tidy’ and. After selling the house, I resigned from my job, with a vague plan of travelling for awhile before settling down. Was I running away? You’re damned right I was, hopefully into a new life without memories. It was a tearful goodbye with my loyal PA, Pat. She and her husband were the only islands of sanity in my world. I told her, truthfully, that I didn’t know where I was going. I made vague promises to let her know if I ever settled down. I piled everything I owned into my Ford F250, purchased. My wife saw herself in the mirror, there was no sign of nipples, she sterly said no for disco but accepted for a late night movie. The day arrived she wore a satin tops and her jean,Half way she wanted to return, I said give a try for my sake and she agreed she was literally crawling but could not avoid her boob shaking, she was very shy ,I witnessed all eyes were on here boobs and I looked proud walking next to her, once the movie started we started with our tongue, sucked her lips, I squeezed.