All because I'd woken up one day with slitted red eyes and a set of curling horns. Add to that some minor spellcraft, which I didn't even know how to ...control, and tar-like spunk that apparently mesmerized women, and I'd been forced to flee my home or risk facing torch or pitchfork.I hadn't done anything. Even my discovery of the effect of my cum had been accidental, my sister had handled a towel only a few minutes after I'd wiped myself clean. I hadn't even benefited from that, as she begun to. It’s against company policy.”“Don’t worry,” she said, fidgeting where she stood. “It’s nothing like that, Celine.”“You’re a terrible liar.”At that moment, a door down the hall burst open and one of the instructors skidded out, looking in all directions until he caught sight of Addie.“Honey, I—” And then he caught sight of me.“‘Honey,’” I repeated, crossing my arms and giving Addie a look.“Busted,” she said, sighing. Her face had turned several shades of red.I glanced at the instructor,. “Come on. I’ll introduce you.”They stepped across the washing room and toward the rumbling machine that sat snug between the two shelves which held all of her washing powders, starches and fat bars of soap, as well as most other cleaning implements and agents in the apartment. She faintly wondered whether it was dangerous now to keep these chemicals to close to the washing machine, then chided herself. She knew that electricity didn’t work that way – even though her great-aunt insisted it was. Reaching back I ran fingers teasingly along my hips and then across my buttocks and worked them deep inside my eager quim. Arching my back I made a proper show of fucking myself from behind. Spreading my knees slightly further apart, I teased my guest pushing two, then three fingers deep inside myself. Feeling my abdomen tighten I writhed before her, using my other hand to rub my throbbing bean. Panting loudly so Cindy could hear, I then with both hands worked steadily closer to climax. It was.