Within a couple more minutes I could hear her gasping and then her pussy gripped my fingers as she orgasmed.She held my arm as we walked back home. Sh...e still looked like Jessica Alba, and we turned some heads as we went. "I can do this for you anytime you, well, *I*, want, Tom," she said. "I can become any woman you want. You can fuck anyone your dirty little mind can think of."My cock stirred in my pants again as I thought about this. Anyone? My mind reeled.Her voice changed, seeming familiar.. Suddenly she was jolted back to reality."I'll be right there"; Susan began to pack up her things and head toward the tall slender nurse who was glaring at her. Susan grinned sheepishly as she followed the nurse back to the last examining room at the end of a short hall. Since her recent promotion at the advertising firm, she never could find the time to get lost in a good trashy romance novel."Please undress and put on the gown, Doctor Anderson, with be with you shortly." Thank you" Susan said. "They excelled themselves", he muttered. His wife was so far removed from the planet that she didn't respond; even in the shower she was nothing more than a rag doll. The thought of poking her, even if he could so soon after the nigger's had filled her, was repulsive. 'If only I could', he muttered.Whether it was the alarm clock, or just an automatic reaction that got her up; like a robot she picked up her gown; it didn't seem to register that she was naked. She put it on, but as she never. The raven-haired woman's moans were becoming staccato now, and she ground her pussy into Danica's face, rubbing her labia over Danica's chin.Suddenly the hands gripping Danica's head twined painfully in her hair. Danica heard a loud scream of ecstasy and felt an amazing release, the likes of which she had never dreamed of. The pussy she was lapping was gushing. It was not oozing — not flowing — but gushing into her open mouth. Bittersweet juices squirted out in a torrent to splash all over.