Let's make it smaller...three times, I'd say. Oh, do I see a fear in your eyes again, Link?You're right, this is permanent. Say farewell to that huge ...ock, sincetoday you're gonna have this small excuse for a cock. A cock? Well,rather big clitty.Your waist next. Let's use some magic to make it bit narrower. Good,this will be ok. Your muscles... You don't need then anymore. One morespell and you hands are slim, just like your legs now. Trust me; lot ofgirls would kill to have legs like those.. "Boy, my shoes need cleaning." He didn't flinch. Nigel leaned forward, his arse in the air, as he set about licking Mary's shoes clean. He was pleased to do it, I swear. He wanted nothing more than to prove how much he loved and honoured his Mistress. He licked slowly and carefully, doing his very best to get Mary's shoes spotlessly clean. "Good boy," said Mary. "Now stand." Nigel stood. Mary approached him and then I saw what the metal sculpture was. It was a cage for a cock! She passed his. That was the time when my friends both at school and my flats were spoiling me by propagating their dumb virtues of sex to me. I was beginning to comprehend the connection between woman's body and a hard tissue of mine which has a mind of its own. But, even then I have never actually ejaculated even though my friends briefed me of how to jack off. And then they forced the pornos onto me I still vividly remember the first porn movie I have seen it just got stuck onto to my ill thatched mind. One. We would just have to wait on the experts, which probably meant that we, personally, would never hear anything, so our curiosity would be forever unsatisfied. Oh, well, such is the fate of the grunt who does all of the work!Well, it was time to report in, so Anfon, as leader of the "expedition," prepared to do so. She pulled out her radio and called the orbiting communication satellite that would relay her report back to base. NOTHING! Anfon could not raise a signal from the satellite. Uh-oh,.