I told him I would be back late on Thursday night after working allday. He convinced me to call him during the drive, just to chat and makesure I wasn...t sleepy.Thursday was exhausting but I got things done and started the 3 hourdrive way too late. First stopping at Starbucks to use their facilities(and to slip on a padded bra under my shirt). When I ordered a latte atthe counter, the limp wristed counter boy stared at me a while and saidhe really liked my "look". I blushed as he handed me my. She flounced her way over to Miranda and gently pressed the barrel of the gun to Miranda's pubic muff."Better behave, slugger, or this gets a little more violent. You wouldn't want your hot girlfriend becoming a hot mess, now would you?" Mistress Ashley laughed, Jake joining in to appreciate her sadistic joke. "Oh god. What do you want with us?" Miranda said, her terror ramping up several levels. "Please don't point that gun at me."Ashley gave Miranda a pouting frown. "Poor raped slut doesn't. These people were obvious screwballs, albeit rich screwballs, who had found some odd pleasure in Satanism and naked wrestling. But then something else happened, something that suddenly changed everything about what I was witnessing.Benson began to change. Right before my eyes, thirty feet away, the large man pinned to the mat began to... shrink. His whole body-arms and legs and head-all began to suddenly go thin and change shape. His hair, black and shortly cropped, began to grow terribly,. "Fuck me, Gary," she said. I gave her ass cheeks a few light smacks. Then I ran the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit. Jodie moaned. I slid the head of my cock into her pussy. She moaned. I slid it in deeper. She moaned louder. I started to pump her pussy and it felt like heaven. I picked up my pace and my crotch was slapping up against Jodie's sweet ass cheeks. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jodie sang out along to the music of my crotch slapping up against her ass cheeks. After a few more.