"Jimbo, how come you never say anything sweet to me?" Sweet, like how, Rachel?" You know, you never tell me that you think I'm pretty, or that you rea...ly like me. I don't ever get any compliments from you, and you never talk to me about anything else besides our homework, studying, and the sex stuff. Is that all you're interested in me for? Studying, and making out?"Where in the hell did this come from? We were in her basement, laying naked on her sofa and I was kissing on her boobs. I had been. “You know, you could just call out and I’d respond to you instantaneously. There’s no need to speak to me like this,” the bubbly construct stated as she coalesced into her new form. Her approximate height and shape was the same, but she was leaner, harder, brought to the epitome of what fit woman would look like. Had she been a real woman, Jaesa would likely have given even Inari a run for her money in terms of her body shape and musculature.“I find it much easier to look at someone I’m. ” I took a few uncertain steps. Walking on high heels with a freshly spanked backside was quite the experience, each step moving my cheeks against each other and sending waves heat through them, contrasting the feel of the cool air around me. I looked back over my shoulder. “Mistress?” “Yes, Bunnie?” “May I cover my bum now, Mistress?” “No, you may not.” Tingles raced up and down my body. I had to breath hard, but then I walked, a little wobbly and with a strange, weightless feeling in the pit. But at that moment I did wonder whether these last five months had bred in Claire an addiction to black cock that was now getting out of control. She’d known I wanted to go back to the hotel, and I’d only left her for ten minutes. And yet, here she was, on her back, legs in the air letting some young black guy she hardly knew do his worst.I pushed past Jason, “Okay, the fun’s over. Sorry to be the party pooper, but Claire and I need to get back to the hotel. Sorry guys, you’ll have to find.