Victoria returned sometime later and said, "OK, here are the new rules. You dreamt of pleasing me, you will. You fantasized about sexual slavery--you'...ll have it. I have some very damaging photos on my camera of you--pictures that can ruin your career, you marriage, your entire life. I will do that if you continue to be a caveman--jerking of whenever you want, looking at pornography, demeaning women and the process of lovemaking--from now on you will live a clean life, always respecting women. “Why didn’t you?” I shoot back, not liking her attitude.“You know what it was too, then?” she asks, curiously, there is no longer any heat in her voice.I nod that I do, even though I have no frakking clue, and walk past her.Unfortunately, the police are waiting for me, right outside the door.“Mr. Xavier?” a cop with the obligatory mustache asks me, and I nod. “You’re wanted in connection with the altercation that took place yesterday.“Nick?” Gina’s voice is thick with worry.For a moment I. It wasn't a radical transformation, but a lot seemed off — lips too full, nose too cute, lashes too perfect. Her skin seemed a shade or two paler. Or three. Or maybe it wasn't different at all, just reblended, unblemished. Why can't I remember anything? She grappled and groped in her mind, searching for slicked-up memories that slipped from her hands, or bowled over her, too massive to handle, like a man-sized halibut.Eri was still staring down the mirror-image, as if expecting it to attack. She had told me before that she needed to go over to Cindy's to do some homework, the little fox, and now this... As my finger delved easily between her unusually loose vaginal lips, they easily sunk into the warm wet velvet like a hot knife through butter. I could that her naughty little sleeve was pregnant with spunk trapped deep inside her fruit. Her pussy was so ripe and just dying to be eaten.Her eyelids opened and she looked at me for a moment but she did not make a move the stop me.