Her hair was longer now, tied back in a ponytail and her face wasn't covered in makeup, but it was definitely Natalie Portman. There was a mischievous...gleam in her dark eyes as she smiled at me. Looking nothing like the tranny whore I'd jerked off this morning, there was still a strong sense of sexuality about her. Her eyelashes were thicker than I remembered, and although she hadn't caked on the face paint, there was the hint of it in the soft red above her eyes, and the much more subdued red. I saw that she had not shaved for long time and that her pussy was had a thick dark patch. I started to finger fuck her , she started to moan and spread ger thighs really wide. I could see my friend was having a tough time focusing on the road and I told him to park somewhere and see the action. He found a parking spot and sat side ways in the drivers seat , watching us. He started to encourage both of us , talking dirty. "Finger fuck her nicely man, see how wet her cunt is, see how she is. "You know, Tracey. I like to play games. Sure, I could just walk up to you and turn you into some dumb slut, but where's the fun in that? When I first got my ability, that's all I was about. Slut, slut, slut.But I've evolved since then. I've realized, it's more fun to watch someone fight the fate I'm trying to bestow on them. You know, give them some sort of incentive and just watch them. Am I making any sense?"Tracey wasn't even really listening anymore. She'd lost the capacity to. "Please,. “Yes! Squeeze me, slut! Act like a whore! Is that what your boyfriend taught you?” he growled as my efforts took effect.“That’s right,” I hissed back. “He didn’t need it! His cock was big enough on its own. He could make me cum any time he wanted.”It sounded cruel but it was what my husband wanted to hear. And we both knew itPete hammered into me over and over again. My slippery vagina barely felt the friction but the slapping of his hips against my thighs, his balls against my buttocks and the.