.. but it was the one thing Idesired the most.To take my fantasies further I even wrote stories about finding or beinggiven a magical ring that would ...transform me permanently into a woman...a protean ring of sorts. And In return I would forever be a willing sexslave... a sex object. Every story put me as a submissive woman who woulddo anything to please men... and the whole thought of being dominated andused turned me on. I began to cultivate a very vivid imagination since Iwas not at all in. "This looks great," she said as she saw what I had done.I lay with her, and we were at each other again, my hand going under her skirt, removing her panties. I kissed her single-mindedly, as I groped her breasts and tried to undo her flimsy top. Eventually it opened, and that left only her bra to get rid of. It was one of the front opening types, and offered little resistance to my practiced fingers. My mouth left hers and went straight to her wonderful breasts, licking and suckling her pert. "What's wrong?" I feel something running down my legs." Really?" Do you want to see?" Janice asked."Here?"Janice reached over and pressed the emergency stop button, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. Then she stood back from Tim and slowly lifted her skirt."Oh my God," Tim said when he saw sperm on her nylons, just above where the elastic held them to her thighs. Dan's sticky cum was running out and hanging from her swollen lips to her thighs. "God, I want to fuck you right now."Suddenly,. She got a smile on her lips and looked at me with bold, hungry eyes. I looked back, horny to the point of delirous. "Staying in Jacksonville long?" she asked. "A year" I managed to reply, with witheld breath. "Student?" she asked, and stroked her firm thigh. "Yeah" I said. The captains voice came over the speakersystem: "Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, we´ve been cleared to land. It has been a pleasure to be your captain on this flight from Stockholm... He went on for a while,.