I was in my 6 inch tall fairybody, in my huge puffy gown and tiara I had altered my facial featuresas well. I didn't want to be recognised.I rested on...the end of the bed. Lisa's bed. The girl I had wrongedmonths ago, before all the shit had hit the fan.I had a quick look into her memories. She had been a satyr during thechanged months. Poor girl. On top of me turning her into that morbidlyobese, ugly mass of fat just days before, she had then been turned intosex hungry man, with goat legs and a. I did what he wanted!!! He positioned himself behind me,between my legs. His left hand grasped my hip,I turned my head to the right. That's when I noticed our reflection in the floor mirror. I watched him as he looked down at my ass and as he stroked his cock with his right hand covering it completely with lube. He moved closer and rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of my ass crack,settling the head against my asshole. I watched in the mirror as he pushed against my virgin. Behind the counter – okay, really a table with a cash register on it – a middle-aged woman briefly made eye contact and then returned to her tabloid. ‘What are we doing in here?’ I said quietly. ‘Just check it out,’ Jean said. ‘Isn’t this the greatest place?’ ‘I don’t understand.’ It was a pretty cruddy little shop. Jean shrugged and lead me deeper into the store. At the back we brushed by a teenager and found a rack of porno mags. A small army of scantily-clad woman stared out at me trying. He couldn't refuse her.Hands kneading her buttocks as her tongue fought with his; he took Sarah into her bedroom and laid her on the edge of the bed. She released his neck, reclining on the soft duvet as he kissed her thighs and down her legs to her ankles; then kissing all the way back up to her shaved slit. His tongue teased her open, probing and exploring; tasting her nectar while she writhed on the bed. Sucking on her engorged clitoris, she grabbed at the duvet and dug her heels into Dave's.