She dated a Japanese produce man we nicknamed Tojo. He was short, married, a Zeta and enthralled by his Nordic goddess. He delivered produce to restau...ants that demanded the best. We had fruits and vegetables unattainable in the grocery store with my orders placed by Erica.He bought her a trophy ring but she continued dating young alpha males and tried to entice me into having sex with them at her house in mini orgies. She was never jealous and didn’t expect her lovers to be faithful. I. His short red hair curt in a crew cut was allowed to flow in a very long and feminine manner . The energy waves went across his form once making it softer.. but still well muscled. The hips slowly expanded outward as the waste expanded inward and the ass fluffed out. And finally the chest gained breasts.. Slowly but surely the chest soon had a set of 40d breasts on it and the genitalia was the last bit to go. though it was only by sheer sense of magick he could tell the wizard made the female. ”“Except perhaps with a certain well-hung college student with a reputation for being a good lover,” Sandy teased.“Wait!” Fran gasped. “What did I miss?”“Nothing!” I declared emphatically. “She flirted, that’s all.”“If you call basically offering to fuck him senseless after taking a bubble bath together ‘flirting’,” Sandy said, barely suppressing her laughter.“That sounds like a proposition!” Fran replied.“Whatever you want to call it,” I replied, “nothing happened. First of all, it would have. She took me in her arms and held me andkissed my tears away and I knew that from that momenton I was her slave.Her slave. She lets me do her laundry. She lets me dochores around her apartment. Her marketing. I love it.She isn’t the tidiest person and I thank her for itbecause it gives me more to do. I love to pick up afterher. The clothes she drops. Her bras and panties. How Ilove to press them to my face. To breathe in herperfume and the scent of her sex. I carefully wash herlingerie by.