Just the epitome of perfection. Christine had just one flaw … she was a bitch. Time and time again, he forgave her, because she was a damn good fuck... And right now, her legs were spread wide, almost in invitation, and her pussy glistened in the soft moonlight streaming through the window. Yes, she was a bitch, but oh, how could one resist? They’d been fucking for a few months. Hot hot HOT sex. They didn’t have a relationship … just fucking. Well, ‘cept for tonight. She’d dropped the bomb that. My girl-cock kept erupting, spurting blast after blast of my futa-jizz into the nun's mouth.“Sister Chastity Hope, swallow every drop!” I gasped, my pussy spasming harder about her fingers. “You're so wanton.”“Sister Chastity Hope!” the new voice gasped again. “Stop this perversity right this instant!”My eyes fluttered. Through the stars dancing across my vision, I saw the stern face of an older nun glaring at me over Sister Chastity Hope's shoulders. I shuddered, my fingers kneading my tits as. She stole them from the downstairs medicine cabinet. Now she’d started to feel a kind of hope she had not known in her young years.“You’re my Fairy Godmother, right? You can change this! You can change my life. You can put me somewhere where I …”“Can be loved? I’m sorry, youngster, we don’t work that way. Hell, if we could do big things like that there’d be no wars or high-heels. No, we have to work more… internally.”“What does that mean!? You’re no good to me! If life keeps going like this I. Back in his home, Madigan opened the case and placed the medallion around the neck of his faithful, hunchbacked servant Horace. Then, he unzipped a garment bag and removed a woman's dress that had also been acquired at fairly significant expense. True, it had been nothing compared to the cost of the medallion, but it was no less important to the success of his plan. He touched the dress carefully to the medallion and waited in anticipation for the transformation to occur. A moment passed....