A personal boob toy

Annette certainly was getting a handful of boob and an eyeful of butt, but...she wanted more. She had unleashed her full pervert and she wouldn't reel it in ever again.

Annette managed to grab her book and quill with only her right hand, her left hand staying firmly groping away at Shamir's tits.

Annette Dominic now has the ability to make any woman she chooses her weekly boob toy. The woman who is chosen will follow Annette around, and anytime she needs to grope some tits, the woman will oblige. Any woman chosen by Annette will think its a great honor to be her weekly boob toy. Annette's boob toy is also to be topless during her week and follow Annette around, and thus is exempt from her normal duties.

Annette didn't want to limit herself, and she found that finding women to 'play' with would be kind of tiring after a while, so she decided to add this in for herself.

And since she was already doing it...

"Shamir!" Annette said. "You're my boob toy for the rest of the week!"

"Okay," said Shamir. "Thank you for the honor."

"Damn," the still-twerking Catherine said. "We could really use your help for the mission, Shamir. Guess I'll have to ask Alois. I hope he doesn't talk my ear off..."

"Stop shaking," Annette said.

Catherine stopped twerking and got redressed. "Anyway, guess I'd better find Alois. Good luck being Annette's boob toy, Shamir."

"Thank you," said Shamir.

As Catherine left, Annette figured it was time for some private time with her new boob toy Shamir.

She and Shamir went to Annette's dorm, with Annette setting the book on her desk. She didn't really have any other ideas yet, so...

"Boobies! Boobies! Boobies!" she said, making a grabbing motion with her hand.

Shamir smirked, adjusting herself to lean over the edge of Annette's bed, causing the orange-haired mage to start slapping her pale tits to and fro.

"You really can't resist boobs, can you?" asked Shamir.

Annette didn't reply, simply burying her face in her toy's bosom.