The (male) shop assistants had been more than happy to help out, and after two hours of men staring at her ass, Jillian had practically floated home.W...y stop there? she’d told herself. After all, it wasn’t anything sexual - in a moment of honesty, Jeff had told her the previous night exactly how much he appreciated her ass, and she figured letting him see a bit more of it around the house wouldn’t hurt.And so she’d changed, into a bulky jumper ... and a petite pair of pink panties that. They all look around seventeen oreighteen, I didn't ask them, but they did remind me of the 'Plastic'girls from the film Mean Girls, all look beautiful and quite chatty,talking about girly things that I didn't care about.None of the girls talked to me directly, but they had all herded aroundme. I find myself surrounded by pretty girls, short skirts and numerousperfumes. I guess this explains the growing erection beneath my jeans,who could blame me?This is when the dream took a strange turn for. I had given her back to the Earth, as a gift to the sexual appetites of the men and women of London. She gently massaged her engorged, pink clit, using spunk to soothe her cunt, fucked red raw by men who cared for little than their own satisfaction at the temple of her body."More..." She cooed, moving her hands up towards her tiny titties, pursing her lips as if she had an insatiable thirst only a thick clock could quench."My turn," boomed a deep voice from the back of the harem of men who were. ”“I’ll be straight with you Sam, I’m looking for a partner here. I think we can help each other out. There are a lot of possibilities coming up that you would not believe if I told you about them. This could lead to much bigger things.”I started making some hand gestures. “For you: on one hand, you are going to have to decide if you trust me to make the right calls, and I know I can prove it to you very quickly. On the other hand, if we lose, all you have lost is a little time.”“In my case, I’m.