It looked to be an impressive monster, both long and fat. My pussy got very wet, very fast. I was wetter and hornier than I have been in the office fo... a long time. I had an uncontrollable urge to touch myself right there at my desk. Honestly, I had a few other urges and desires at that moment as well. My wet pussy would have to wait until I could go to the restroom for some privacy.Throughout the rest of the day, my work production was low. I browsed and chatted online with a few people, but. But this didn't stop her.She kept working on him.He felt strange as he watched his reflection in the mirror. Was heimagining things or was he changing. His nipples seemed larger and hecould no longer reach the end of the bed. His hair seemed to lighten toblonde in the mirror. Ray thought it was a trick of the light until itwas obvious that it was getting longer loosing the tight afro curls thatwere natural to him. He could see his waist contract and when she movedher head, see that his hips. I work her feet and all of the little muscles, move to her lower legs, and then with more oil I move up to her quads—her large thigh muscles, digging deep into them to relax every tension point and work out the knots. Amy tells me it feels good, but her face registers a little pain from the deep pressure into her muscles. ‘There! You now have a brand new massage, and since we did both sides, it should last you a little longer. Don’t you think?’ ‘I don’t know, Michael. They seem to wear off. It was about a 40 minute drive on a hot September afternoon. She had been running through the airport working up a sweat. We usually travel casual then change to meeting clothes when we arrive at the meeting site which means she arrived at baggage claim in a tank top and shorts, I do mean shorts!!She was covered with beads of sweat and her nipples were erect and easily viewable through the tank top, especially when we got in the car with the air conditioner blowing straight on her. As we.