My feetgot smaller, too.And still she sucked.Up through my spine the warmth, the tickling, traveled. I felt a similaritching on my scalp and felt like... I could see my hair growing. Bonesshifted in my face and got a little plumper, and my eyesight changed. Myarms got a little shorter, a little smaller.The changes were now spreading down from there and up from my groin, andthey met at my chest. It started burning a little, like I was working outmy chest. But it felt so damn good. Jolts of orgasmic. Bob hadbeen leading this club for years and finally the club members had asked him toarrange to have a nude female model, so that they could practice taking photosof a nude model and enhance their photo skills. Bob had arranged for a modeland she didn?t show up? guess who had to step in with encouragement from all ofthe club members ? yes you?re right ? little slim teen Katie (Bob?s daughter)? By the way, littleinnocent immature Katie was the only female ever present at the weeklyphotography. It was not un-true, but I definetly added detail. She was setting at her desk directly across from, and facing mine, in the small, 4 desk office. "Hey, I had a dream about you last night. It may not be appropriate to tell you this, but I have never had a vivid recollection of a dream. Just fuzzy partial images. That always made me wonder about other people that recount those amazing stories about how vivid their dreams are. But this one I have total recall of and it is very clear, like it. Nevertheless it was the right decision. You had some great years and even when the sex was good it was never what you truly desired. You never had the courage to act out your fetish cause you feared that Cameron would tell anyone and with the word spread you must fear to lose your business and your business is all about power and control. They would stop respecting you.So you stand alone on the street in the dark of the night and all over are drunk people heading home. Sexually frustated. What.