There was no more rooster to crow at sunrise but you could always feel the warmth of the Georgia Sun as it shone through the windows of the stately pl...ntation and knew it was time to wake up. I was surprised to feel instead a cold bucket of water across my face in my bed.I squawked and saw Madame standing over me with bucket. “Cease your prattle, you’ll wake the spirits of the dead.”“This was absolutely unnecessary!” I insisted that pouring water on me was beyond the pale.“I had tried to gently. She got dressed in white lace thihi's white bustier and white heels.She sprayed some perfume on herself then some on me, then she pulled out a scissor and cut a hole in my pantyhose to let my cock out.I was angry because they were my favorite pair and pantyhose was tough to buy for me.As we headed down the stairs Jim had the lights dim, he had some porno on the TV and had a bottle of wine on ice.He was wearing just silk boxers.When we approached him he asked how hisfavorite girls are.I told. " But how does changing people into girls give them that ability?" Not girls, not at all. People are different, and people need different things. Sometimes it's the color of their eyes; sometimes it's the size of their feet. I have made fat men thin and thin women fat. I've healed lameness and caused horrific deformities. One man came in as a genius and left with an IQ of seventy-five. The only common thread that binds our clientele is an abstract desire to discover their own inner. Trent and Lawrence stood riveted, burgeoning cocks in hand, as one girlfriend finger-fucked the other. “I’ve always wanted to do you, baby,” Jennifer told her trembling friend. “I just didn’t know it till tonight.” Inspiration struck her. “Let’s all go to the kitchen.” Eggnog had fired Jennifer’s leadership qualities and Kimmie was soon stripped and splayed on the kitchen island. “Hold her!” The boys grappled Lawrence’s panting girlfriend, as the blonde dripped egg-based liqueur from the.