Chalne ke bawjood uska chehra pasine se bhara hua tha. Matlab loha garam ho chuka tha aur ab sirf hathoda maarne ke der thi.Main boli – Agar tum ko ...armi lag rahi hai to apna shirt khol do.Wo bola – Nahi memsaab. Thik hai.Main phir boli – Nahi, shirt utaar do aur phir malish karo.Usne apni shirt utaar di. Us ki nangi chhati meri aankhon ke saamne thi. Pyari si, chhoti si chhati, bina baalon ki chhati. Maine bhi apni shirt nikaal di thi. Wo meri chikni nangi peeth par maalish kar raha tha aur. There were adjustments and finally settings that had to be hard wired, so to speak. They had spent immeasurable time wiggling their fingers up through my anus already but apparently they’d not committed that work, permanent, for keeps.For supernatural pleasure my body was their work shop and the instructions on how to manipulate my physique were foremost in their minds as if they were needed to be adhered to within a time limit. They, being time-less creatures, made all of this even more. It shocked me quite a bit, and I immediately opted for bravado - something like: "Well, you know, I wouldn't take you to the prom or anything."Things were awkward for a few minutes, and we just sort of sat together on his bed (the only furniture in his room). After a while, he commented that he saw me looking at his cock all night, and I said something like: "Those things really made you horny, huh?" He nodded and, with the tension slightly eased, we went about our usual ritual (a few hours. He says I fit the profileperfectly and I'm to get blood work done. He wants you to call him tomorrow. Here's his card. He's going to give me a battery of tests but he'll begin my shots on my next visit if the blood work turns out." Well, that's wonderful dear. Now, why don't you go up and get out of your pretty dress and into something a little less provocative." "Ok Mom." I went up and, leaving my hair, makeup and jewelry just as before, put on some slacks, a blouse and some flats she had.