"You missed something in the bottom of the bag,I remarked.He removed two pairs of handcuffs from the bag and looked at me, a mixture of puzzlement and... secret enjoyment, One pair on each wrist I ordered.He clicked them on and stood there.Mmmmm not what shall we do with you, I walked around him again, another tap to his buttocks and cock with my crop, I knew he was enjoying the attention as his cock jerked spasmodically as though looking for attention.I grabbed him by the cock and led him to the. By six-thirty p.m. Antonio had collected his food. After cleaning up I moved through to my lounge and watched a bit of television. At around eight p.m. I went to my bedroom and began my transformation. By eight-thirty Stacey was standing on the back porch. After a very short time, I saw Antonio’s front door open. He did not emerge.I slowly moved towards his door with a great deal of trepidation. As I arrived at the door I saw him sitting in his lounge. Observing me his face lit up. The relief I. Mr. Huge was fuckin’ enormous. He had his towel draped over one shoulder, no doubt because it wouldn’t have been big enough to close around his hips. Apart from his large stomach and limbs, his moobs were massive. Mr. Huge had a jowly handsome face. He was bald on top of his head, but his facial hair was extraordinary. He had an epic moustache, but no hair below his bottom lip. His lamb chop, let’s call them mutton chop sideburns were luxuriantly bushy, making his face look even broader than it. With her heart pounding, she stared at her lithe figure, silky blonde pussy mound, and small sensitive tits.She skimmed her small trembling hands over her flat tummy, combed her fingers through her light silky pussy hair.She turned to the bed, glancing back over her shoulder at her tight ass. She wiggled her hips and giggled. "Oh, shit, I wish Blazer would lick my pussy."She spread her long legs, bent over and looked at herself in the mirror from between her legs. The sight of her brown.