And to share her magic with some twerp, just because he had good genes. The idea of it was like listening to someone’s fingernails droll against a t...abletop. But that’s what society expected of all good little witches. Pick a mate, breed him, and leave him. Well, at least at home to care for the next generation of witchlings. There was the option of going artificial, but who knew what kind of backwater hereditary oddities that would produce.All this and more rattled in the back of her brain,. "However, I have always wanted a sissy whiteboy to turn into a totally depraved sex slave. When Chelsea shared withme what she had done to you, I knew this was too good of an opportunityto pass up."Pearl felt ill, as she absorbed his words."Chelsea is going to be my wife and have my c***dren. You will be mysexual outlet, as there are things a man cannot do with his wife. Youwill be feminized completely and eventually undergo a sex change -- whenI tire of you being a sissy that is. One of the. Yourmother's already got dinner ready." she said, taking hishand.Carrie? Mother? Paul let himself be led upstairs, hismind and his heart racing. What was going on?The flat over the workshop looked subtly different due,Paul, realized, to the absence of any male influence.Liz went over to the cooker where Susan was stirringsomething in a pot. They exchanged a brief kiss on thelips and Susan gave the younger woman's backside a quick,affectionate squeeze. Paul felt queasy."You need to both sit down. Rob opened my legs, placing my feet on the grass either side of his thighs. I looked down between my open legs to see his cock standing proud and twitching furiously, so prepared myself to be fucked. He moved, getting to his knees, between my feet but to my surprise, he took hold of my left hand and suggested we go and take a shower together. As he pulled me up, to a sitting position, my thighs felt very wobbly, as if my orgasms had taken all of my strength and when Rob stood up and pulled my.