It looked to me as if Lucille Barnes was going to retire and spend the rest of her life in sexual orgy.
She reached out her hairy palm and carressed my left cheek. The hand was sensual from her touch if not some scalyness in her palm. I wanted to resist but she had the spell of a sex demon. I walked to my bedroom and she undressed me with her very agile fingers.
Kneeling down she touched my young maleness and I shuddered to think what was touching me. I saw my penis rise to the occasion, as she opened her mouth and twisted her snake like tongue around my shaft.
A tongue of the Devilish woman before me pulled as it stroked my aching rod. "Master Winslow I wish you penis was bigger and more to what my lust is like, she said."
"Ahh ... I wish my penis was more like what you desire, I heard myself say."
The Devils mouth filled with my expanded penis. A smile came over her as she knew I my mind and lust was under her demonic control.
I looked down my belly to see a black leather pouch and a pair of balls the size of oranges in a tight black leathered sack. My penis had increased to what her delight would be, a black shaft grew out of the pouch. Up and up as it bloomed witha flat headed flanged end. I had the cock and balls of some horse.
She turned and bent over, lifting her snakelike tail with one hand she offered me her sex.
I must have been crazy, yet my monster shaft stiffened and moved in for it's delight.