The heels raised to 2", then stopped.The hair on his leg began to recede, leaving a smooth, silky texture. As this happened, his black socks became a ...heer flesh color and began moving up his leg.The pants he had been wearing suddenly began to retreat towards his waist. Just above the ankle, it began meshing together and metamorphosing into a free-flowing purple skirt.Meanwhile, his penis became suddenly straight and erect even as it began being pulled inward toward his body. As it got smaller. And even though he knew that she wasn’t really a succubus (because she wasn’t really a succubus, it was just a game they played together, just a hot and sexy game that melted his mind to mush) he still felt an incredibly intense rush of sexual energy when he gave in and responded with his contact information. Because it was so hot to imagine her magic, insinuating its way into the back of his mind and sucking away just a little bit more of his resistance with each orgasm. It was so fucking sexy. When I thought about the assignment, I got the sensethat this would be a very important lesson for him...but I also felttroubled for some reason. Karma and fate can be tricky even for someonelike me...you could get powerful insight into one thing, but still getblind-sided when random elements are applied.***"I've done it master, I completed my task as directed", Sean saidproudly as he entered the room, disturbing my train of thought.Trailing behind him, came a woman who could only be described. “Are you sure? You might not be ready for this.”“I’m sure.”I leaned against Ma’s shoulder to ease her off the scope. She relinquished it easily, implying that she wanted me to see whatever it was. I peered into the scope. My God. Marylou was on all fours on our bed, being rocked steadily from behind—by Little Hank! The muscles in my neck went rigid.“Little Hank’s fucking my wife!” I exclaimed.“Of course,” Ma chuckled. “He’s been doing her for awhile.”“What? For how long?”Ma ignored my question.