I could see it contracting as she rubbed her clit. "Lick her asshole and get it ready for my dick". I did as I was told. I licked her asshole and droo...ed spit onto it as I fingered it. I realized that my girlfriend and I had become his sex slaves, reduced to pleasing this 6' 4" muscular black man with a huge thick weapon between his legs. She, like me, had given in to his obvious dominance over us. He too was pleased with our submission to him and was going to enjoy our efforts to please him.. Her eyes were blinking owlishly behind her glasses. She calmly pulled up her panties and then bent down to snag her sweatpants bunched around her ankles. I tensed, realizing she knew.“Fuck,” I muttered.Salome “Sam” ShapiroAs I drew up my sweatpants, everything became clear in my mind. Justin had frozen the coach for approximately thirty seconds. There was no denying that he’d utterly arrested the movement of her hair, defying multiple laws of physics. He had somehow generated a local time. " Adele turned to look at Celia."Me too." Celia turned to look at Adele.Their hands searched for each other across the expanse of the big bed."I do love you know. I know I get jealous and moody at times and I'msorry," Celia whispered.Adele crushed out her cigarette; a look of concern crossed her face. Shescooted across the bed and lay beside Celia."I'm the one who's sorry. I am the one with the fucked-up sexualaddictions." Adele leaned down and lovingly kissed Celia on the nose."I guess. The old Dragon had warned her about the WuTong. Men corrupted by their lust. Exchanging their soul for orgasms and more orgasms, until they were addicted to the mind-blowing rush of easy access to dopamine turbocharged with magic. You could tell how far their demonic transformation had progressed by the stiffness of their movements and the intensity of the dull red that covered their skin.It was one thing to hear stories about the WuTong. It was another thing to see them in the flesh – or in.