As I said, the video then got moved to the bottom of the pile and didn't get taken out for some considerable time, but meanwhile, I had some sorting o...t in my head to do...We all fantasise don't we?Whether it's a simple fantasy like that house in the country, driving or owning a Ferrari or winning the lottery—perhaps it's a sexual fantasy like going to bed with Sasha Alexander, Summer Glau or Jewel Staite. We all have them.Mine however seemed to centre on being a character in the Rocky Horror. "I want you to live with Marlee, Sindi, and me," I said. It was not a question. It was a command. It would enhance the business model. That wasn't the way I put it to Felicity. I didn't have to coax her. She was a natural submissive. Giving pleasure was how she now derived pleasure. * That night little Felicity talked to Austin. "Are you pleased with my new body?" she asked coyly. "Oh yes!" Austin said almost panting. "The black men find me very attractive. I am going to get into anal sex.". We had worked out a sort of a deal. He'd come over to mine twice a week and I would suck him off while he watched porn. In return I would get to play with whatever part of his body I liked, and cum on him, provided I lick it off again. I was also allowed to take some pics, but no face. And no, I won't be uploading them here, for the sake of anonymity. As far as my family was concerned, we were best friends, which in a way, we were.This occured about 2 months after the first "incident". He came. “Oh we are, are we?” I asked derisively. Levi nodded, unfazed by my tone. I sighed and held out my hand as if he could just pass me what I wanted. “So can I have my brush back?” “Nope,” Levi said with a grin. “Come back when you’re ready to use it.” He waved at me, then shut the window on my frustrated groan. “But I am ready to use it!” I called after him. “On my hair!” There was no answer. “Damn it, Levi,” I muttered, leaving the roof to dress myself in my lounge clothes. I put on a.