"Zana...." Bruce spoke softly in the same voice that always melted her heart, sent a chill up her spine. He looked at her a bit sideways with bright, kind and charming eyes- as if the thought of intentionally hurting her would tear him apart from the inside out. "That isn't why... I..."
It was then she cast her spell and Bruce was able to discern what she'd spoke after a moments thought. Embarassingly enough he was overwhelmed with the urge to rip off his clothing and start masterbating, directly in front of her. He groaned, his muscles tending as he fought himself. "Zee..." he asked pleadingly, falling back on the couch, he began to unbutton his suit blazed and untucket the white shirt beneathe as he watcher her undress. His breathing instantly heavier from the strain and an erection becoming engorged, tightening his trousers, Bruce whispered a curse of frustration.
With his shirt now open, Bruce zipped down his fly, not bothering to remove the belt from the loops of his pants as he opened them removed his hardness, allowing his head to fall back against the couch as he stroked himself. As if this wasn't enough torture, the sorceress cast another spell and Bruce's left hand suddenly wrapped around the base of his dick, squeezing and fondling his balls, feeling foreign, as if it were Zee stroking him. He fought back to no avail, moaning as he watched the perkiness of her nipped in the rice paper sway and the sweat drip down his hard, scared abdomen and chest.