”...Why? Talk to me, Mitsuko-hime...“Chris?” Yoshiko groaned, rolling upright. “What's going on?”“Mitsuko will turn me into a girl,” Chr...s groaned, “then kill me.”“But that's Miyu, not the princess's ghost.” ...Possession?... gasped Sayuri-chan.Miyu, the Japanese schoolgirl who had just transferred to their school, moaned, her body lithe and petite, her eyes slanted, hair black silk like Yoshiko's. She wore a gray skirt and vest, a white blouse beneath, her school uniform from Japan. Her hair. I told her that she would remain blindfolded the entire time but that that was no excuse for a poor performance. She got down on her hands and knees, crawled up to me and rubbed her face on my midsection. “Yes sir,” she replied. I ordered her to stand up and strip for me and she did a masterful job of it considering that she couldn’t see. She was wearing a thin white top, tight jeans and black heels. After my instructions, she stood up and tore her top in half, letting it fall to the floor at. “Can I get you anything else?”Her twinkling blue eyes screamed seduction andbutterflies danced for a moment in my stomach. I glancedaround her empty shop: I wanted to make sure we werealone before I uttered those immortal four words – “Aspecial one please!”Her lips curled into the warm smile and my host nodded.“Certainly,” the agreeable lady replied and I passed herthe money for my visit. Alessia watched as I seatedmyself at one of the six tables and. Far from ugly Autumn doesn’t really compare herself to Halle Berry. Standing around 5’8” with long athletic legs, ample booty and a slender midsection she is proud of her body. Lord knows that she does a lot to keep it looking good. With her blonde curly looks she’s just never been happy with her face. She thinks that she is just ordinary. The train stopped but Autumn is still too afraid to glance behind her. She tries to just ignore his manhood firmly planted on her booty but she had to admit.