I had a cold beer perched on my stomach. The chatter of the television rode faintly above the humming drone of the air conditioner."Not sure if I was ...a hero or a son of a bitch," is what Jennifer's father had said to me when I had met him earlier in the day. He said he wasn't sure which, but his "gut feelings" were to give me "thanks" for having "his little girl back". He had shaken my hand and I saw tears gleam in his eyes.It was six months now back in the States. I had resumed my career. Hecould see her tits swaying and jiggling in time and he was delighted when shereached behind herself and began stroking his hard wet cock while she continued torub her cunt on his face. Soon, her lust rose so high she began to work his mouthwith her clit as she focused on her orgasm and he obliged her with his tongue andlips. Suddenly she froze, her whole body tense with pleasure and cried I’m coming,I’m coming! This was the moment he had been waiting for and she held still for himand let him. Afterwards she'd take them back and count the money always actingdisappointed when they came up with the money. She'd tell them she'dreally looked forward to leaving them as a stripper. Then she'd havethem take a drink saying the spell had to be cast while they weresleeping. She just wanted to make sure they never found out about themedallion.The next morning they were so glad to be themselves again they quicklyleft but not before being given the dvd with their change andperformance on it and a. “Hopefully you.” I started unbuckling my pants. “No, you had your dinner, now get out.”“Come on, a slight rub and that’s all I get?”“You had your dinner, now go.”“I’m still not going to leave until I get what I want, and what I want is hot and damp under your covers.”I took off my clothes as she tried to get out of bed. Once my clothes were off, I held her down on the mattress and inserted my dick full length into her vagina. She squealed as it went in and she began to accept that she wasn’t.