Her figure was now that of a champion weight- lifter, and she also felt her youth restored about ten years. Like Virgil, she now had the body of a 30...year old. As the two of them sat down to dinner, they discussed their days, then the latest changes in their bodies."What do you think, Jean darling?" I love them! Now I have your dream body, you have mine, and we're younger to boot! Why don't we go to bed early tonight and explore our new bodies." Sounds like a plan to me." They did all. He wasn’t disappointed.“Don’t be stupid. I do not dress down like some common chav.”‘No, you dress up like some common tart,’ John thought, but didn’t say. It was true. At forty-seven Gayle wore clothes that were far more suitable for someone twenty-five years younger and six sizes smaller. Almost invariably the clothes she did wear were a size too small: she insisted that they were small, not she large.It was a struggle getting Gayle over the fence, but John managed it. “Start with the outside. ‘What did you want me to do to you?’ ‘Fuck me, make me service you, degrade me. Subjugate me. I want to be your slut.’ Ever since I had posted ‘An Induction for a Female Sex Slave’ I had received that request often. I did not take it seriously. I was reevaluating. ‘Beth, I have no interest in anybody being a slut. My focus is pleasure, not pain. I do understand that a certain amount of pain causes pleasure. Like when I twist your nipples you have an orgasm.’ I reached out and strongly twisted. I placed one hand on her hip and the other I lathered up my prick with her now soaked pussy, then guided it into her."Ummmmnn" Was the only thing out of her mouth as I bottomed out inside her."Now don't move around too much and do try not to scream while I fuck you, you wouldn't want Dad to hear you would you." The smile on my face was apparent even though she couldn't see me."You smug little shit." "You love it!" At this point I was already well into my stride. Although this would not be a.