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Being spanked by the little bastard the day before had been the final straw. He was finally rid of it now though. It bothered him a little that he had passed the damned thing onto this woman but what else could he have done. He could’ve gone on like that, always on edge sexually, always flirting and chasing women with the sex drive of a seventeen year old. Knowing that they all were affected by the presence of the thing, they all would want him yet also knowing that he would utterly loose himself each time. The satyr would emerge from the dot with Sally and fuck her at length every time he had any kind of sex. Even normal masturbation had been lost to him. Maddeningly though he would feel it as if he were Sally, a woman. More than that it was so far out of proportion that he would hardly know what he was doing. A few times the woman of the moment had disengaged to watch as he thrashed about moaning and crying out in ecstasy. He could never remove his shirt either, lest someone see the inexplicable sex act as it transpired on his body. The personal indignities had eventually outweighed the easy conquests though and he wondered if he would ever rid himself of the memory of those horrible indian hands on his breasts. At that thought he pressed the heels of his hands into his temples, squeezed his eyes shut, and said through clenched teeth, “it’s over, it’s over, it’s over.” What Mike didn’t notice in his relief and anguish was the bit of a tummy Sally was showing and that there was more color to her then was right. He would see it soon enough though when she really began to show and he would know the out of control sexual feelings again in time. The mage who had woven the spell that created the satyr had made the creature potent in more ways than one. It had been intended for one particular target who would never be rid of it. That person, Cleo, was a former student. She had fallen out of his favor, meaning of course that she would no longer submit to his rather bizarre sexual appetites, especially his use of magic on her during sex. Much earlier the master had tattooed Cleo but not with simple ink. His spell instructed her body to produce melanin in the form of an image, in her case the image was Ariadne within a labyrinth. The image wasn't on or in her skin, it was her skin and any damage to the tattoo would heal, restoring the image. He gave her the beautiful tattoo as a gift to please her and it was a great effort on his part to create it. Later though he created the satyr which he made from his own body and mind. He was a sentient creature with a will of his own who would sexually dominate her Ariadne. He was imbued with a powerful aphrodisiacal love charm that Cleo and those around her would be affected by. Most importantly though the satyr spell awoke other tattoo images who were then also subject to his charmed presence. The satyr was the embodiment of the spell and with him went all of the power of the spell. The recipient of the satyr would sympathetically experience whatever happened to their tattoo whenever the satyr was active and any overt sexual activity would activate him. The rest of the time he remained dormant and hidden within the tattoo he had awoken. The way in which the mage actually put the satyr on Cleo was tricky since she would no longer go near Toys him for fear of his notorious spitefulness. She didn't want to be involved with men at all after him and was having her pleasures with women. The mage snared one of her lovers and placed the woman in a hypnotized trance. He affixed the dormant satyr within her tattoo of a druid witch, compressing it into a tiny thing and hiding it in the figure's eye. Before he released her he instructed her to go directly to Cleo when she became aroused. She was his mule and carried the satyr to his former pupil almost immediately unaware that she was doing so. I started massaging her butt cheeks again. I looked at the mirror, then back at Leveria. My potential ride home, and more importantly, my good friend was still in the room. “Oh, Dotty, yes, yes!” I groaned. What was even crazier was that I was getting turned on by it and before I knew it my hand was under my skirt touching myself to my masturbating sister. Angela led Davy to the dance floor as Ha Na grabbed Mac, leaving Mi Su and me to follow. Steph leaned in and kissed my lips, letting her tongue wander over and around my sex. Simmons sat right in front of her, jacking off as he watched her movements with rapt attention. “ What happened to you. Ms Orben was shaking on the other side, making cute, incoherent noises as I invaded areas of her right breast where no one's ever explored. I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't go without telling my friends. I lifted it, bringing my nipple to my mouth. You will be alone with him Saturday and Sunday. I started cumming almost He moved his fingers on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. “We can have some fun. I like a guy that loves to eat my wet little pussy so I love that you said that you love to eat pussy. Her tall slender frame, especially her legs, were accented by the uniform. The evening blanket draws up in silence until three words indian finally break the lull. “Toilet Slave. She waited for another few minutes as she watched both lovers move their hands over the others back and pull each other closer.) You do the same to me as I did to you, you run your fingers from my tailbone down to my anus and then start applying pressure. Don't you know Toys who I am?" I giggled, “I could tell.