I’m a raging slut.”It wasn’t loud enough for his liking.SMACK! “You are a raging slut, aren’t you? Louder, SLUT!”“Yesss! I'm a RAGING SL...T!” Maggie gave in.“Whose slut are you!?!” he asked.“YOUR slut, Baby!” She thought it’s what he wanted to hear. She was wrong again. SMACK!!!“DON’T ‘BABY’ ME, SLUT! I DON’T KEEP SLUTS! I JUST FUCK ‘EM!!" His anger exploded when he shouted these last words.Before the full meaning of his answer could resonate with her brain, he pushed his thick cock into her wet. The symbol changed yourgender not your behavior." Wait, your symbols can change behavior as well?"I nodded my head, let out a sigh, and told her to "Carry on with yourstory...." encouraging her to tell the rest of her story."So I got home, and got a text from my mom, my parents know I'm a chickbecause they had a friend at the police station who told themeverything." She took a breath. "Mom was freaking out, Dad was freakingout, I tried to explain, but mom didn't believe me, magic ain't. ..He massages up my legs, moving higher and higher on each leg, until I feel his fingertips ever so slightly graze my pussy lips again and I tense up. He moves away so fast that I decide it’s completely accidental; it can’t be avoided with my big thighs. He tells me to bend my knees and press my soles together. I think, “finally he realizes he’s getting too close” so I relax again. He works on my arms and I start to feel him wrapping a sheet spread under me around my wrist. Before I can react. I went back to bed and slept until lunchtime, when I woke up I gave myself a very leisurely fuck with my dildo, concentrating on my tits this time until I had a very satisfying orgasm. When I arrived home from the Supermarket Julia was waiting for me. ‘Well?’ She asked, ‘When are you going to see him?’ ‘I don’t know if I will.’ I lied as I put the tins into the cupboard. She pestered me for the next 20 minutes until I gave in and said I would send him a text asking if he was serious. I sat.