It felt fucking good.I slid my middle finger from the top of my clit, down over the moistness of my pussy, and into my tight cunt. I didn't moan, but ...my mouth opened wide and my head threw back. It felt wonderful. I fucked my tight little cunt with my finger, starting slow, but making sure it went very very deep. My thrusts grew faster, and I moved my hips in sync with my hand to add more intensity to each motion. Oh fuck, was it making me hot!I slid another finger in, and rubbed my clit firmly. "The telephone rang and Jason brought it to me. It was Marilyn. She wanted to have a private talk about her "ongoing transformation."I told her to come over in an hour and we could talk the day away. Jason, of course would have to leave, so I told him to visit his mother for the day. I then showered and got dressed and waited for Marilyn's arrival.When she got here, Marilyn enthusiastically described how she had gotten Jeff to obey her and to serve her every need. He now gladly performs. Then one day, a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit. In a tiny, squeaky voice he said, "I'd like to try the bet."After the laughter had died down, the host said, "OK," grabbed a lemon and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man.But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the little man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.As the crowd cheered, the host paid the $1000, and asked. Tom rang the bell for apartment D and was startled by the shrill buzzer. A note was attached to the elevator ‘Out of order. Repairs scheduled for November 2012’. Today was the fifth of December 2013. He reached the man’s hallway and almost stumbled over a broken children’s stool that lay discarded behind the door, covered in dust. Tom stopped in front of door D. He knocked and heard the soft creaking of the latch covering the eagle eye. ‘Are you Tom Franklin?’ ‘I am Sir.’ Tom waited patiently.