The image was spectacular,even breath-taking, if it wasn't for the fact that it was me. I had beentransformed; I was now a 10 year old girl, with long...blonde hair withlots of cute ringlets. My face was absolutely immaculate, almost doll-like and too perfect, unblemished skin, eyes so innocent they could meltbutter, and lashes so long and thick I could not help but keep flutteringthem. My pink lips were pink and glossy, they looked wet and the smelland taste of the makeup and lipstick was. I wanted to be in my bedroom, ripping off his shorts to release his cock and see it fully erect and eager. I craved to have his rampant teen cock up me."Oh, Sam… I… I’ve let you do that to me. I’m your naughty mummy but I’m not a whore."I don't know why I had whore in my head. Perhaps, I needed to let my son know that this was a special thing between us, that he wasn’t just fucking anybody, any female. I’m not calling anyone a whore and I know some people like the word. But I wanted Sam to. After several minutes, Jethros stepped through aside door, followed by a woman."This is Glenda, the woman I told you about. She is willing to help youwith your problem." Jethros said, gesturing towards the woman who hadjust entered the room.Constance blinked in surprise as she got a good look at the womanstanding before her. Glenda was obviously from the upper nobility,dressed as she was in clothes worth more than this entire quarter ofthe city. Then, she noticed the flowing spotless white. Her hairs spread on the cot, which were undone. Her face had beads of perspiration due to the marathon we were doing and I could see her breasts standing on her beautiful chest like two round shaped pyramids and totally flat tummy. Not even a single ounce of extra fat on it. A deep navel deserved licking, my eyes traveled to her thigh joint. There, I found a beautiful vagina recently shaved, had small growing hairs on it, still the opening was wide due to recent fucking and two slender legs,.