Then I spread my legs wide and pulled Connor’s hand from my tits down to my sopping wet pussy. He started rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt, and... it wasn’t long before I launched into an explosive orgasm. I pulled Connor’s hand hard against my pussy, shoving his fingers deep into me, while grinding my clit against the palm of his hand. I very quickly had another spine-tingling climax, as I rocked my hips against the pressure from Connor’s hand.After the sensation from my orgasms had waned. His lips became full, his jawline softened, his nose became sculptured and his eyes blue. His rough acned skin tone became porcelain white. Mr. Jackson had become a woman. Rachel gestured again, and suddenly Mr. Jackson found himself decked in streetwalker gear. "I've twinkled Fate, Mr. Jackson. You'll be a streetwalker all your life, fucking men for money, getting beat up by some, doing kinky stuff for others. You'll be compelled to by Fate and you'll feel overwhelmingly horny, wanting to jump. . Well, taking you home with me is just better."Awakened in the very early hours of the morning by an unfamiliar sound, Angus silently rose and pulled on his sweatpants. He was in the upper hallway looking over the banister to the large room below before he recalled he had a guest in his house. Outlined by a distant flash of lightning outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the large room below was the tall slender shape of a woman. Wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts, she had her. “Do you want me to stop?” Assertively, she placed her hand on his forearm and squeezed him firmly. Zoe leaned in just close enough so that she could whisper in his ear. “Fuck. No. Don’t you dare stop.” Releasing his forearm, she helped guide him and made it easier for him to maneuver. No one was in sight, the darkness helped to conceal what others would consider inappropriate behavior, and the plane was not scheduled to land for another thirty minutes at least. Her legs were parted even more.