Something wet made its way down Jim's leg, she looked down and saw that her panties were dripping. The scent of her womanhood was intoxicating, eliciting images of wet snatches and swollen clits. Jim moaned quietly and locked herself back in the booth she came out of only a moment earlier. Inside she took of the panties and stuffed the wet fabric into her mouth. She sucked on her cunt juices and rubbed her pussy furiously with one hand while cupping and squeezing her tits with the other. An orgasm was building inside her that was a hundred times stronger than anything she had experienced as a man.
As her cunt sprayed all over the floor, Jim had vivid day dreams sex. She dreamed that she was kneeling before the most magnificent pussy ever eating it with unmistakable desire. She was submitting herself to the owner of the pussy and she it was the greatest pleasure she could ever know. She was Her slave, she belonged to Her. And as all of Her slaves, Jim could also don a simulacrum of sex so she may better serve Her. She knew that she could put bake her male shape if needed, a simple use of her slave magic.
An icy feeling suddenly gripped Jim, she did not know who her Mistress was. She had no idea who she needed to service and this emptiness distressed her greatly. She sobbed as the perfect picture in her head shattered.
And then came the knock on the door.
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