Bill laughs, confident in his control of her.

“I really can’t believe it’s you in there Luke. If I hadn’t seen you change myself I’d say you were Tracy. But no one will miss you for a few hours.” He ran a hand over her smoothly curved ass and admired its perfection. Her puckered asshole lay just beneath her tail. Below that her swollen lips glistened with a hint of her juices. Small and pliable... it amazed him that she was not protesting. She wanted it... he ran a finger over her lips and she gasped and shivered, pressing back onto his hand and shuffling her feet apart to give a wider stance. A little noise of need escaped her lips. This wasn’t Luke anymore. He lifted the girl onto his shoulder and carried her easily from the shed, out the back gate to his house. He took her inside and put her down on his coach. She looked up at him, eyes wide, trembling with need. He opened up the unit and touched his hand to it. The image lacked the horns and the ears and tail. A slimly curvaceous dark skinned Indian beauty with cutely tomboyish features and short asymmetrically cut hair. Unable to speak English. Utterly pliant and horny... addicted to cum... he thought. “In you go...”

Luke nodded and climbed in and pressed the button.