The night before my meeting I shavedmy legs, armpits, and my rear end. I also trimmed my hair around mygenitals into a more feminine bush. On my way t... my appointment Istopped by a nail salon and had my nails done: Acrylic nails extendinga ? inch beyond my fingers with a pink and white French manicure.I arrived at the transformation salon where Amanda did mytransformation. First came all the appropriate undergarments; a waistcincher, breast forms and bra, hip and ass padding and pantyhose. I. She rolled off my cock and started jerking me off with one hand while she slid two fingers of her other hand deep in her pussy. “Cum on her tits” she snarled. “Cum on her slutty little tits.” As I groaned and shot out hot ribbons of cum all over her tits, she pressed her fingers deep into her pussy, grinding against them as she came. She lay back on the bed, her body still quivering. She rubbed my cum into her tits, playing with it, lingering on her nipples, her fingers circled them. It was the. She then slowly rocked the wooden handle in and out of herself, moaning as the carvings made contact with her outer lips, a wave of goose bumps covering her body. Crystal then began to rub her clit with her free hand when I decided to help her out. I positioned myself alongside her soft warm body and grasped the cue just above where her hand was, taking over as she lied further back on the table to enjoy the sensations more fully as I plunged the new fuck stick into her. Dropping to my knees. She was a Priestess of her Goddess. But she had the feeling that even though they might be called the same thing, she and Ken were very, very different."Detective..." Teresa," she cut in. "You might as well call me that. When I'm not on duty, anyway." Teresa," he said with a nod, "you and I don't follow the same Goddess. You're Wiccan. We're not. We follow many of the precepts of the Wiccan path, but we are not Wiccan." What are you?"Ken leaned back with a smiled, and Teresa felt the blood.