I was wondering if maybe it was a mistake or something. She said nothing. On my next trip it was normal. I checked my bag and made sure there were onl... guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer there I saw several pairs of new panties. A thong, briefs and a low cut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what, I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I found out I needed to go out of town that night that I asked her to pack a bag for me. I arrived home. ...who .....is ........ the.........slut........now?" Wendy couldn't help herself as she muttered meekly, "I am." "Louder baby, tell Julie exactly what you are and what you want". Shouting at the top of her voice Wendy cried, "I AM A SLUT AND I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY SLUT PUSSY TILL I CUM" and with that screamed as the biggest orgasm she had felt in years erupted deep inside her. A couple of hours later as they lay in each other's arms talking Wendy asked about the time in the toilet. Julie smiled. I'm honestly sympathetic but equally frank in stating my extreme limitations for being able to help them. Sometimes my people can get lucky and get some of the money returned and this has given me the reputation of being a miracle worker. As a side benefit my successes in this area have put me considerably in the good graces of several western law enforcement agencies such as the US Secret Service (they, not the FBI, handle US 419 complaints), the London Metropolitan Police (Scotland Yard) and. ”Pat Riley turned to look at Lisa and spoke, “Hi Sher. Where’s your mom?”“Pat, it’s me – Lisa!”“Lisa? What in the hell is going on here? How are both of you able to look identical to Sher?“LISA? You look just like Jenny Beth! She has a head full of hair, hanging down to her ass with tits just like Sher’s, after she went through her transformation just this week. Have you and Jenny Beth found a fountain of youth or maybe hired a witch?”Jill walked over to put her arm around her mom’s waist, as.