The slut was rising again.Whitney's hair slowly crept up her back. At the same time, her breasts started to shrivel. She started to age. Soon her face...morphed into an exact replica of Sherry's. All throughout the transformation, Whitney watched every change in horror. A look of disgust mixed with fear locked onto her face. She whimpered every time a change occurred. As her hair reached Sherry's length and her breasts reached their smaller size, Whitney's look changed from terror to pleasure and. And with that she took the glass from my hand, and without further warning, kissed me full on the lips. It had been ten years since I had been kissed like that by a girl, and I felt a familiar gush from my pussy, soaking my clean panties. Taking my head in her left hand, she squeezed my breasts with her right hand, fingers pinching the nipples hard as her tongue probed the inside of my mouth.I was breathing so hard I could not speak, and felt my knees tremble as she knelt in front of me.. Abhi babaji ne mujhe bataya, “Aage ki prakriya hai garibo ki seva karna. Tum ashram ke paas vaale slum mein jaakar unka sulabh sauchalay banogi.” Mujhe kuch samjha nahi.Unhone kaha, “Beta tumhe apna shareer gareeb bicharo ko arpan karna hoga.” Maine socha, “Shit iss buddhe tak baat alag thi. Abhi ye mujhe bhikariyo se bhi chudvaega.” Par main kar bhi kya sakti thi. Toh dosto abhi main ek slum ke bich aakar khadi thi thi.Maine ek black crop top pehni thi aur niche denim shorts. Aur inners nahi. Long dark brown skirt with pleats, white blouse with elasticated half moon neck and a short jacket to match skirt, buttoned. It was fastened to hide that I was wearing no bra under the blouse. Under my skirt I was not wearing any panties either. I had also gone to my hairdresser and had it cut and styled. On the outside I was ‘posh’.II was always excited at going away to meet with strangers for sex not knowing how it was going to turn out.This time... ? I was getting more and more nervous as I.