Then Mandy gets laid in it. In the meantime, Mandy trapped mymind, Cindy's husband's mind, in Mandy's body so I could directly feelher body's pleasur.... And indeed I did, twice, once with Mandy doing thesexing herself. And now, Mandy is using Cindy's body to pleasure Phil.I wondered if Cindy would back off on her flirting with Phil after this.I actually liked it, but maybe it was time to stop, or at least slowdown... or maybe change it.As Cindy and I watched, Mandy used Cindy's former hand to. I hadn’t really cried since my Dad virtually abandoned me but I could feel my eyes tearing up. She was the person who I trusted the most and felt closest to. I decided that I had to tell Mandy what happened.After a moment she pulled back from the hug and I started talking. I slowly recounted the unbelievable parts of the story from Friday. I described the fireball and the demon including as much of what he said as I could remember. I described how the demon hit me and Sara with a jolt of. Imagining himself buried in the softness of its folds hewould feel a heightened sense of urgency in his almostdesperate need to cum. The prospect of releasing his pentup, white-hot, creamy desire would send his fingers into aparoxysm of frenzied activity and within minutes he wouldsense the building explosion coming. When he finallyallowed himself to shoot out his come and feel it pulse upand through his hard hot column of flesh he would look downso he could thrill to the sight of his slippery,. As a popular, bright, hard-working student at a prestigious university, I had had a world of possibilities open to me. Each new year I had regretted the opportunities not taken in the previous twelve months and resolved to seek them out in the next twelve months. Now, though, I lay chained naked at the foot of my master's bed, a helpless but willing captive to his sexual depredations. By the standards of my previous life, I was now the lowest of the low - not only a wanton slut who would beg on.