He was vulnerable now, for real. All it would take was the right couple of words, and boom, he’d become a girly slut. This was something all women l...ved with, true, but for Jeremy it was a new and fascinating experience.Slipping out of his pants, he pulled open his favorite transformation video and sat down to watch.Angelo had a problem, and it was the four annoying troublemakers in his classroom. Today was his turn to monitor after school detention, so it was his turn trying to keep these four. Usually, she would check in with me by phone or email first to find out if I was available for an "on-site client meeting", and if so she would just give me the address and time to meet her, then leave a door unlocked for me to meet her inside. We also usually met at different house each time...kind of like performing a sexual ritual to break in the home with good sexual karma, and I'd tease Chrissy about our trysts by calling it a "Chrissy-nings". Sometimes our fun included an erotic game of. Which was real? Making love to his best friend's wife on the eve of departure or the fantasy that he was an astronaut, the commander of the first ever interstellar mission? Perhaps both. The hypersleep was real, he was fairly sure of that. The rest, though... maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he was psychotic. It had happened before. Esmeralda. She had a beautiful name. A beautiful soul. His fingers tingled with the memory of touching her face. Soft skin on her cheeks, the slight ridge of a. Doreen is altogether more demure, though her plain-Jane outfits conceal a trim figure with long elegant legs, a tiny waist and classically-proportioned breasts.The Spanish vacation soon turns into a joyous romp of sexual discovery for Doreen. Barbara regularly massages her breasts with sun oil, kissing her tenderly as she lies naked on the sun lounger on the apartment's balcony. These sensual sessions are usually heightened by liberal quantities of Sangria to the sounds of Spanish Flamenco.