Istarted to wash, sponging all over. As I reached between my legs...I wasa girl not a boy! I looked...no mistaking...I was a little girl...my mindstar...ted to clear...I was Jack Smart, aged 33 and top crime reporter...but-Danielle's face came into view. I looked up at her and she could see therealisation on my face. "Come on girly, hurry up, your sister is waiting for you downstairs." Shelifted me from the water and dried my body. I was less than half hersize. She towel dried my hair, and led me. Cum... yet... slave."I thought Mistress would rip her cock off in her glorious pussy before reaching one, but she finally says the magic word. Hours of countdown training ensures that I immediately begin ejaculating as my hips spasm. Mistress stops her ass-bouncing and purrs loudly as she feels the cum fill her up. She looks at me sweetly and asks, “Satisfied?” I nod emphatically and try to say thank you, but she doesn’t even hear me. In one motion, she deftly raises her ass from my pelvis and. Just before she dozed off, she stroked the ring she'd picked up off the sidewalk. It looked so pretty, much prettier than Marla deserved. As she dazed off, she wondered if there was a way out of her dreary life.In her sleep, she saw a magnificent young lady dressed in a blue sequined dress. She carried a gold-coated stick in her hand with a star on top. A ruby-encrusted crown sat atop her head, and although she was easily Marla's age, she looked much prettier. Great, Marla thought to herself.. I uh..."Sandy interrupted Bob's stammering. She knew she had gone too far. "Hey, relax. I'm flattered. I like knowing I have that kind of effect on you. My questions were to find out if you wanted me to continue." I sure don't want you to stop if that's what you mean." And I don't want to either. In fact I was kind of hoping you'd want to practice some more."Bob's eyes widened. "Sure, you mean right now."Sandy didn't want to appear to be rushing him, "We could eat breakfast first ... if you're.