It was more than arousing, it was addictive. As instructed I opened her cheeks with my hands and slowly pressed my face into her crack. When my pucke...red lips finally touched her sphincter she sighed out loud, “Ah…yes….that’s what I want to control….to have you do anything I ask….I need that so much….” She slowly pulled away and walked to the sofa. She sat on the very edge of the cushion with her legs spread wide and leaned back. “Now, crawl over here and use your tongue to please me. You. He picked me up and carried me through the threshold. Then he was kissing me while walking through rooms, navigating through the room with hardly an upward glance. He put me down, I was sitting on the bed, he knelt in front of me, he was kissing my neck as he wrapped his hands around my waist to get at the zipper in the back. His fingers found it, and pulled it down. His other hand started to caress my back, stroke up and down. I had stifled one gasp, but the second time his hand went over the. She shivered as well when he stroked her hair while tenderly kissing her neck. Alicia lay beneath her husband, taking deep breaths and looking into his eyes when they broke from a particularly hungry kiss. She quickly spoke the words of a spell, making the appropriate gestures, and then held a hand over her loins. When she saw the cool, blue glow there, she let out an excited moan and leaned up to pull Thakkor's lips to hers again. She tugged at his shirt with her hands, while pinching the. Jackson had become a woman. Rachel gestured again, and suddenly Mr. Jackson found himself decked in streetwalker gear. "I've twinkled Fate, Mr. Jackson. You'll be a streetwalker all your life, fucking men for money, getting beat up by some, doing kinky stuff for others. You'll be compelled to by Fate and you'll feel overwhelmingly horny, wanting to jump men's bones and do it like a madwoman. You'll die of AIDS." She gestured, and the porcelain blonde woman that had been Mr. Jackson stood.