I watched as she had told me to,but was discussed at the change that was happing to me.She took a step back to check out how I looked so far, "very pr...etty" shesaid, with a sly smile. I was wear white panties with little pink dotsand a matching bra, that was a 32 A juniors. I had a shape of a preteengirl, 12 or a little older. After approving what was done so far, sherummaged through the pile and pulled out a pair of nude panties hose.With a smile, she told me to sit down on the chair, she said,. He would be humiliated, and angry, and....you could just take care of this yourself. It doesn't need to be a big deal. You told yourself that was why you wore the short skirt. You couldn't think of an explanation for the corset and heels.---Now you're alone, on the corner and a the lights of a dingy, older model car pass over you before it slows, stops, and the back seat door opens. A deep voice commands you to get in. The car is dark, and it takes you a moment to figure out its the guy in the. He screamed in response. Soon, his member popped out of her throat, licked squeaky clean. He was dropped onto the bed again, feeling that his balls were completely empty. But she was not satisfied. She once again pinned his arms down onto the bed and spread her legs over her member, rubbing her pussy on the head of his member and eliciting more moans from Matt.“J-Just do it already! Not like I can stop you!” She continued to tease him, including once again pricking at his neck with her fangs.. "But you think about his cock, don't you?" Sometimes," she said in a daze, shocked at disclosing so much to Jack."Daddy thinks of you too, baby-girl!" Jack laughed, in that strange voice again.Pam stared at Jack mutely. Jack sounded exactly like Daddy! And every time he called her 'baby-girl' his eyes changed to yellow. All this was her fault. If she hadn't sat on him, none of this would have happened. Daddy would have remained hidden. "Please, Jack, let me go! I've done everything you asked.".