”“Get it out,” she commanded.“Why?” he asked, even as he obeyed.“So you can make your wish. To become a beautiful girl.”“I- no,” he ...said. “I’m a man. I don’t want to be a girl.”He blinked, and if it were anyone besides Jasmine asking, this is where it would have ended. Only, it was Jasmine, the one person he loved and trusted most in all the world. With her holding the staff, he could not quite fight out of its influence.“Why not? I thought you wanted to be with me? Was that a lie too?”“Of. "Brian" Jane cut in, "I think you should call Jason "Sir". After all he is my master, and he will now also be yours"."Certainly Sir" I corrected myself, and went into the kitchen with their derisive laughter ringing in my ears.When I returned with the drinks, they were sitting on the sofa, with Jason's hand up under Jane's nightie, playing with her pussy. For her part, Jane had released Jason's monster cock, and was stroking up and down the very erect shaft. The sick feeling in my stomach. We've been talking about skaters we like and stuff, but I'm not sure if I know who you guys' favorite dance team of all time is." Malekova and Boranachenko," Sophia and Warren said simultaneously. "Great technique and passion to burn," Warren said. "We worship them," Sophia added."Ah, what a wonderful thing to hear from a young talented ice dance team," Warren heard said behind his back in a Russian accent. He and Sophia turned-and saw Anya Malekova and Gennadi Boranachenko. Sitting into their. Not that I mind, though it’s interesting that you speak as if I actually own your cute butt, sis,” I grinned as I noted that choice of words.“That’s because you do, bro. Vijay also understands that I love both of you and this is a damn good way to make this work. The booty is yours, the pussy is his. I’m going to love having both of you use me and fuck me and everything. There is another complication, though,” Candace said, winking as she looked up behind me from the loveseat, where she sat.