Turning back to the mirror, I checked, and yes, my lips looked perfect!Well, almost perfect - I reached into my purse ("My purse?" "Of course,mine, wh... else would it belong to, silly!") and, pulling out anothervial, I applied a coat of shiny gloss to finish my look. I stepped back,admiring my relection, and smoothed out a wrinkle that had formed in myskirt ("My skirt? Wasn't I just wearing khakis and a flannel shirt?" "No,of course not, I told myself. I never wore pants if I could manage. I said, “Please leave me.” He looked at me with anger and shoved his cock into my mouth. Initially, just 3 inches entered my mouth. He began stroking me and I was crying. “Shut up you bitch and do what I say” with this he stroked me hard and cock entered my throat.I choked. He didn’t leave me. He choked me even harder. My face turned red. And then he left me. I fell down crying. He picked me back and slapped me. He shoved it again in my mouth.And gave strokes in my mouth as if he was fucking my. “Now thats more like it!” Said the Perv clapping.“Let’s start the jiggle physics! Please give me some repeated hops in place so I can get you all calibrated.”Jessica hated how he was treating her like a project. Perfecting her body as a sexual toy like it was a piece of art. She started hopping. He gravity defying boobs jiggled a little, but not much. The longer she hopped the more jiggle he added. When she stopped hopping her tits were still wobbling back and forth. They didn’t go down far. "Slipping off his sandals, he strode through the door, entering the Mosque proper with confident steps. Unable to resist, the Cleric followed him and stared in shock at the room as it glowed with a soft golden light. The Cleric fell to his knees and prostrated himself on the ground. Oscar continued to stand as the deep booming voice reverberated through the room, "You are the Druid Oscar Meyers."Oscar, his voice deep and resonant, replied, "I am he, sent here by my Gods and Goddesses."The men.