Helen spent the rest of the working week teasing and playing with Tom. Each day she would find an excuse to be alone with him, and each time she would push the boundaries just a little further. She would make him confess his desire for her, make him admit the dirty thoughts that were running through his mind. And each time she would make him stroke his cock until he came.
The last time they had almost been caught, Helen had dragged Tom into an empty meeting room and ordered him to wank. He had stood in front of her, his trousers and underwear around his ankles, his cock in his hand. She had watched as he stroked himself, his eyes closed, his breath coming in short gasps. He had looked so ****, so helpless, so eager to please.
As Tom's climax arrived, spunk erupting from his tip, the door to the meeting room had rattled, someone trying to enter. Helen thankfully had the foresight to lock it, and the pair managed to straighten themselves and clean up before whoever it was could enter.
Each evening after work, Helen would return home and regale Adam with tales of her exploits. He would listen, transfixed, as she described how she would tease and torment poor Tom.
Tonight, however, he seemed less enthusiastic.
"Something the matter?" she asked, resting her hand on his thigh.
"As fun as it is to hear about you manipulating this guy," he replied, his voice subdued. "I thought you were going to do more than just tease him. I mean, you haven't even let him fuck you yet."
Helen's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, her hand squeezing his leg.
"I didn't realise you were so keen to be the cuckold," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "But if that's what you want, I'm happy to oblige."
Adam's gaze dropped to the floor, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"God, it's just..." he began, trailing off. "I hope it's Clive's feelings that are making me feel like this, but I can't be sure. I've never really been into that kind of thing."
"But you are now," Helen said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Isn't that right, 'Clive'?"
"Yes," Adam sighed. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the bulge in his trousers evident. "I'm worried about my own body too. I keep on thinking about how Clive has been in control of it for almost a week now, and that he's probably doing stuff with it that I wouldn't be comfortable with."
"I told you not to worry," Helen reassured him. "I basically bewitched him, remember?"
"Sure, but what about your own body with that substitute soul or whatever in it? Do you know for sure it's looking after your body the way you would like it to? And the bloody spellbook is with them too, isn't it? What if they're using it for who knows what?"
Helen considered this, biting her lip. She had been so preoccupied with enjoying Donna's body and the power she was wielding at work, that she hadn't really given any thought to how her own body was faring. She barely knew how the magic she was using worked, and yet she was trusting it to maintain her life and body for a whole week while she was off gallivanting in another.
"Ugh, you're right," she sighed. "Come on, let's go check up on them."
