My sex life amd my needs are the topic of today."She strapped his waist to the chair and then his wrist behind his back.Max sat there in a very bright...pink little girl's party dress with whitepetticoats. His legs were bare and clean shaven. He wore sheer whiteknee socks that had very elaborate detailed lace designs running up thesides and turned over just under his knees, making sure both knees werefully exposed. His feet were in 5" open toed patent leather pink pumps,and the sheer socks. I opened my eyes again.The flesh around and behind my nipples was starting to swell. It puffedand stretched and grew, darkening as it did, from fishbelly white to deeppink, to olive, to brown."Oh, N'Kumba," I said. "N'Kumba, you Trickster."My cock stiffened as I watched breasts take shape on my chest. My fleshrebelled against me and forced itself up and forward.I reached up and touched my left breast with my right hand, as my lefthand clutched the sink for dear life."N'Kumba, forgive me. . Barren and unadorned the walls were flat slabs of stone. Up above all the walls were intricately decorated and carved to tell stories. Each wall featuring a patterned border. This room featured nothing but a pedestal in the center of the room. From there she found a large totem. It must have been eight or so inches around by a foot an a half tall. It was unlike any other artistic or religious piece in that had been featured by the Cyclandic culture. It's fascinating to her the way it looks. A. She could hardly believe what she had just said. Her body was betraying her, but her mind was not far behind. She smiled a devilish smile and looked away.Devon thought about it, but did not speak. He brought his hand up to her back and gently caressed teasingly. She looked over the remains of the party and felt his breath on her neck as he slowly pulled his lips across her neck."Yes, that could be pretty erotic, just watching others". Devon could feel the hardness in his shorts as he spoke his.