But he had one feature that clearly gave him away. Between his legs hung a monstrous thing, much longer and wider than that of most men. A full foot...it was in its current flaccid state, yet capable of growing another six inches when aroused. The demon was made for one purpose, and one purpose only: to creep into the beds of unsuspecting young ladies at night and have his way with them. He had no given name, but men and women alike called him incubus.His eyes, capable of seeing in even the. "Oh my god," she groaned. I could smell the aroma of her arousal. I could almost taste her. I wanted so badly to pull those panties off her and bury by tongue in her pussy. But she said she wanted me to make her cum in her panties. And I did. I pressed the material to her clit and moved my tongue around. It stimulated her clit till she finally cried out, "OH BABY, I'M CUMMING!" She thrust her hips against my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. I could taste the wetness. At that moment I had. I thought it was a bit peculiar thatMother would have purchased a pink toilet cover for my bathroom, but Ididn't say anything about it. I didn't complain or ask her specificallywhy a pink toilet cover would seem appropriate for a boy's bathroom. Thenext week, a pink waste basket and hand towels showed up in my bathroomas well. Once again, I didn't say anything. It's not like pink is myleast favorite color or anything. Actually, it brightened up the bathrooma bit. Mother seemed a bit happier. She had not thought the masseuse would be male but knew she could not question this now.She pulled the rail across and began to get changed. Reaching her underwear she was unsure of whether to take it off, she had not asked? Slightly embarrassed and nervous she decided to leave it on. Then wrapping the towel around her she emerged from the changing room.The masseuse asked her to climb onto the table and as she did so he lay a towel over her body. She felt much more comfortable covered up! He.