I found I could still change things by wishingso I made her hover over to the coffee-table where she looked less out ofplace. Then I took a deep breat... and closed my eyes. Immediately I felt astiff collar form around my neck and my scalp hurt as my hair grew again, butthis time it was already pulled back into a tight bun. I opened my eyes tofind myself in a more dimly-lit room, a small dormitory of five beds, one ofwhich I was sat on, in my grey pleated skirt, bright white blouse and schooltie.. I can hear her, urging me on."Yeah, baby, eat that fuckin pussy, girl! You know you want it!"I begin to feel her wetness cascade over my tongue as she climaxes. The thrill of dominating me pushes her over the edge, and her voice rises."Oooooooh, fuuuuuck!" She renews her energetic grinding, and I can hear her grunting as my face is pressed further into the seat back. My own orgasm is close. I press my thighs together, working my leg muscles, and as she is finishing I feel a release wash over. The great mystery. The source of all humanity. The Vagina. Pussy. Cunt. Kitty. Mound of Venus. Ok, I was running out of words, but none of them were enough anyway. I could see her lips throbbing and moving slightly, probably much like my balls did when I got excited or warm. I gently moved her thighs apart and she eagerly moved with my hands, peering down at me from further up the bed.I had heard stories about the smell, usually told by guys I now suspected had never been this close to one. His massaging hands seemed to be working their way to my buttocks now and his gentle kneading felt very arousing, “How does that feel Jerry?” he asked and I had to clear my throat, “Good sir” I replied in a croaky voice. I had never been massaged before but was enjoying it and had to hold on to his desk for support as he kneaded the soft flesh of my arse cheeks and it didn’t seem to matter that his thumbs were not only widening my cheeks but prodding my hole.He moved his hands back up to my.