.. A Goddess!Oh wow, that's good, that way the publisher has an excuse to put somebikini babe on the cover, that kind of thing helps sales at the bust...erminals.So we got a curse from a goddess, what kind of curse should it be? Oldbuddy Steve-O there made a mint having a guy get cursed to lose weight,which doesnt sound very scary to me, but what do I know?So what curse? What could this guy-like-me lose that would really scarehim?What about his manhood?Oh .. . that might work, the curse slowly. He rubbed his fingers against my clit. I tried so hard not to, but I couldnt contain myself. I moaned out, and continued to do so. It felt so good. He was filling me with his dick, continuously rubbing against my g-spot, and now he was rubbing my clitoris and it was just too much. Tell daddy how much you like it! He commanded, rubbing me even faster, now slinking his free hand into my hair and grabbing a handful close to the roots. I love it, Daddy! More, please, more! He laughed. I was beside. He sighed and began drawing up his tie; conflicted, bitter memories ofdeparting that other place under a chilly, ice blue sky as he briskly drewaway in his second car of much humbler model; affirmed that the housereceding into the urban world was locked down, and more importantly, offhis mind for the time being while he was eager to get back to things, asusual. The last time he had had to use that place had been... just about amonth now; a fact which threatened to raise a smile, though he was. "Nah, that vegetable thing sounds pretty good," I said. The delicious veggies were still settling in my stomach as I headed tothe bathroom. For some reason I felt safer in a stall instead of aurinal, so I slammed the door behind me a dropped my pants. I grabbed mypenis and almost collapsed in sheer satisfaction. The little piece ofmeat protruding from the lower half of my stomach and right above mytesticles was incredibly sensitive. My knees buckled the moment I pokedat it. It kind of.