Had..you..were..amazing!" Melissa said between each intake of breath. "Sorry if I hurt you honey, I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me," I...replied. "Yeah you hurt me, but a great type of hurt, its alright, I forgive you," she replied as she rolled over to face me regaining her composure. "I wasn't web-camming with anyone you know, I'll be honest, I watched some porn on the web of something called cream-pie and every time I watched it I got hard again, even after I’d cum, I thought. "I will walk him to the innand introduce him to the innkeeper. But he cannot be known as PrinceStefan. Instead I shall call him... Stephanie."She took him out the door, still wrapped in only that sheet. A passingcraftsman saw them and focused on the transformed Stephan, ogling howthe sheet barely hid him. Soon Hilda had her charge at the inn. Shegave the keeper only he details he needed to hear. It pleased him thatStephanie would work for no wages, instead being paid only with room. The other Whitney came back with her lingerie now on and looked downon her new slave, who was now fingering herself in a desperate attempt for thesexual pleasure she now needed. Whitney smiled at "Whitney." Shame that we had to get rid of your other form. I'll bring it back as soon asI can. I want to fuck Sherry soo much. But for now, sexy, we gotta enjoy eachother's company," Whitney said playfully. "Whitney" giggled. As Whitney tackledher duplicate, Tucker's father, Wes, entered. Whitney. On the second chorus, another voice joined us, as Lisa began singing right along with Bonita. Damn, we are good.We did about five songs together until Tiny came up and said, "I have some announcements, then we're going to eat. Go have something to drink and take a break."Bonita ran off, taking her guitar back to where she kept it. Lisa and I went to the bar and each got a stiff drink. We both had some scotch over ice and were sipping it, listening to Tiny, Phil, and Steve.Tiny began talking.