"My, that's an unusual request, Marla, but I think I can grant it. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll have everything you wish for." Thanks," M...rla responded. Fay disappeared before her eyes, and Marla had no more dreams before she woke up.That morning, Marla remembered what Fay had promised her. Nevertheless, she felt different. She felt younger, more alive. She also felt a whole foot taller.When she got out of bed, she noticed a beautiful young woman sleeping next to her. Marla entered. "Looks like you made a mess down there, better clean it up." Jimreached over for some toilet paper as he also fumbled to put his own cockaway. "No, no you don't need toilet paper, slut like you just needs tolick it up, I'm sure you wouldn't want to waste another load of cum, Iknew talking to you, that you were a cum slut." Jim was feeling ashamedafter he blew his own load, that lingering guilt coming in quick. Hedidn't want to lick up the cum, he wanted to get up and out of the bar."Hurry up. She put her hands around me and held me, and we stayed that way for an age, until finally she pushed herself up, wiping the remains of her tears away with a little empty laugh. Then she got up and went into the kitchen as I stared at her wall and blinked back one of my own tears. She came back with a mug of tea for me and leant over to me. Just like a few years before her lips brushed my cheek and this time she murmured a sincere thank you. She disappeared upstairs after that and I didn’t. The shop owner tells me that visitors compliment him on his particular ***********ion of Saturday night girls plus I smile a lot which makes me somewhat unique compared to other mostly bored sex shop girls. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my dark landing strip which looks good in the glow of the red lighting - tan lines being something you rarely see on the picture window girls.He also says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window - meaning I’m not.