“Fanny with your youth and sinful ways, I fear you have the Devil in you,” Simon said.“But Reverend Dye, I’m not sinful, honest I’m not,” ...anny responded.Arriving back at the farmhouse, Simon directed Fanny to take him to her bedroom where he would counsel her on her wicked ways.Sugar took note that Simon and Fanny had gone to Fanny and Arnold’s bedroom and closed the door.During the counseling session, Simon explained that there was one sure way to expunge the Devil from her and that was to. I lucked out when I met her, folks. We were at a bus stop in downtown Ottawa. It was raining and she offered me her umbrella. I wasn’t used to such kindness from strangers. I haven’t been able to forget her. Actually, the first time I met her, I remembered everything she said except her name. Okay, I remembered that she was from the City of Toronto, had recently moved to Ottawa and worked in Foreign Relations. I forgot her name, but looked for her online and couldn’t find her. The second time I. "Drill Claire's fat fuck butt. You know Claire wants her ass filled my cum!" She was not good looking really, and the taboo-ness only went so far. But her attitude, my god!!! She was so eager to be an anal whore just because she looks like someone whose butt i like. With her head on the table. She took over swaying her hips back and forth, sliding her ass on my cock. I wasn't going to last long."Where do you want my load, babe? I'm gonna explode," I yelled as i grabbed her ass and. I... I was a woman! I had long, smooth legs. Wide, feminine hips. A slim waist... and large firm breasts. Where my penis had once been was a perfect, shaven pussy. And as I moved my head, I felt the sway of my long, silky hair.I gasped, not quite believing what was going on.The man stood up and walked over. "Are you ready for your *pleasuring*, Maria?" "I'm not Maria," I stammered. "I'm Martin! What... what have you done to me?" I saw a small smile cross his lips. "Why, I summoned you here.".