She snapped her fingers, and a burst of light blinded me. I opened my eyes and there she was, five feet tall now instead of five inches, but otherwise...exactly the same. The light she gave off was brighter too, and her sheer dress left nothing to the imagination. My eyes traced down her body. Her hips were wide compared to her waist. Her breasts were modest, but shapely. Through the sheer fabric I saw her small pink nipples and blushed. “What do I gotta do?” she repeated. “I, uh…” I considered. She grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up her pussy from the flood of cum she had received.I quickly left my peep hole watching her cleaning her pussy, as much as I was enjoying it, so that I could go out into the hall and pretend for my wife that it was me in the booth next to her with my dick through the glory hole.I made it out to the hall quickly and stood in the hall in front of Ana's booth. Then the door on the booth next to hers opened wide, swinging over. I saw not one but two men walk. She wiggled her rounded ass in anticipation as I flipped up her skirts, worked open my foreflap and produced my blood-hot ram which extended four or five inches from my grip. I stroked her slit a few times with its purple head, fore and aft, and was about to get properly lodged and ram to some furtive enjoyment when she squealed."Papa's coming," she moaned, crawling away and pulling down her rumpled dress. I stood quickly, stuffed my throbbing blood sausage in my britches and stiff-legged my. "His fingers, gently exploring over her clitoris to the point where she had been desperately trying to think of anything else so as not to cum without permission, tightened suddenly. She squealed in sudden pain."Yes what, Charlotte?" Master! Yes Master!" she whimpered, his pinching hold on her most sensitive area a lesson learnt quickly. His fingers loosened and again became gentle, stroking her slowly once again."Hmmm. Do not forget again, " he warned her. She could only nod and gasp, trying.