King Phallus, six feet one inch on a medical chart but nine inches where it counted, sat on a ratty, cum-encrusted old couch. He waited before her, un...ncumbered by the linens worn in more public settings, unprotected save by the twin sperm-producing testicles hiding in their shriveled crinkled sac, sentinels whose function was not to protect but to send Phallus into combat over and over again for their own release. A small drop of their product formed at the slit in the crown of Phallus, a. That's when Jerry noticed something strange. It was a kind of rubbinghappening against his chest. He pulled away and looked at himself.Everything seemed normal and the feeling had stopped.But then Jerry looked back at Sarah and saw something he couldn'tunderstand - her breasts were moving. It was as though two invisiblehands were caressing and manipulating them. He turned to Annabelle and,even in the dim light, could see the same thing was happening to her."That's a trick, right?" Jerry. Throwing her skirt off the bed he reaches for the white blouse and unbuttons her top one by one. To her surprise he finally says his first words to her. “God, you look so sexy in your schoolgirl uniform.” Sam blushes as she smiles but remains silent. After unbuttoning her shirt Sam’s master then rips the back of the shirt so now her blouse is in two pieces making it easier to get off her body. Ripping the sleeves down the one side, he pulls the pieces of her blouse off as Sam lays on the bed. The ridiculously tiny white bikini panties she wore just about covered her slit, even her labia peeked out from either side of it, but she wore it proudly under the mini loin cloth tied loosely around her hips and her bountiful breasts jiggled under the skimpy tee shirt with every step."Christ but you look good enough to eat" I told her, "Let's go back to bed"But she wasn't having any of it,"You can fuck my brains out every day and twice on Sundays when we get back" she giggled, "And I hope you.