* At the party, I stood off to the side in a corner. The loud music blared some dance song much too loudly for me, and everyone around me was grinding...and drinking. I felt absurdly out of place, but I walked over to one of the concession tables and grabbed a drink.“When in Rome…” I muttered to myself then downed a few gulps.The taste was a horrible mix of cheap alcohol and some juice I could not recognize.“Geez, doesn’t anyone here know how to make a drink?”I looked around for something else to. I had to wait till 6 pm for the transport to mobilize. So to kill time I went to see around the place. There were only a few shops open. Then I came in front of this cd shop which was okay for a shop. But when I entered the place, I say the most beautiful fairy of all time. Her name is priya(changed), she was 29 years old. White complexion with breast and butt of normal size. They were not so big nor not so small. They where really perfect for that beautiful face. Seeing her my dick rose to. She wanted a man, needed a man. The compulsion was unwelcome, but intense. No question, 'Lita was a bruja, and she could make her a whore -- again! "'Lita, nooo," she moaned. "Please, not that! Don't... don't make me a whore!" Suddenly she forgot her demand to return to her former self; a job as a maid looked like her salvation. "I... I agree! I'll be your... your m..maid!" "I don't know. I don't want a reluctant maidservant. I need a girl who'll serve me willingly and cheerfully. . Before leaving the room I stood before the mirror straightening mysash, checked to see the lace hung nicely below my pants with the bowsand a little of the satin showing. One final look in the mirror, a touchto the bow in my hair I was ready to be led away, but not before kissingCindy sweetly one more time.Leaving my bedroom walking along the short hallway then down a flight ofstairs, fortunately I'm not wearing those five inch heels or I wouldnever make it. As we walked I also had this.