Instructions for Joe and visit Christina's Home

John allowed Christina a little more time to recover and enjoy herself with Marcy. Christina had ordered Marcy to kneel again and keep her hands on the floor. She was also told not to move. Marcy had ****, her body did as Christina told her, and she squatted on the floor as instructed.

It was obvious that she didn't like it, and that amused John even more. Christina walked around her and knelt just behind her. She had half leaned on her and was playing with Marcy's breasts.

"If I've understood correctly, that must be some kind of satisfaction for you, do you feel satisfied?" she asked Marcy.

"Mhh ... I arg ... I just ... just want ... to come ..." Marcy moaned as Christina continued. Her hands wandered all over Marcy's body. She kept moaning with pleasure, but also with frustration, and her body kept twitching. Otherwise, she didn't move.

Her moans became more frustrated when Christina was behind her again and slipped her hand between her legs. It looked to John as if Christina were really enjoying herself. Whether it was because Marcy was a woman or because she simply enjoyed teasing Marcy, John didn't know.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked her. Christina looked up in surprise and smiled at him.

"Yes, it's fun. But everything is in the right places with her. Just look at those breasts and that ass!" she replied and gave Marcy a good smack on the ass. Marcy moaned loudly and lustfully.

"And she or her body actually likes it. I can imagine that all she's thinking about right now is the release of her orgasm," Christina added, massaging Marcy's thighs.

"Yeah, I think so too, she's probably wetter than Niagara Falls," Christina nodded and then the doorbell rang.

John let Lars and Joe into the house. He had only called them in so that he could give Joe the appropriate instructions. First, John got the cell phone numbers of the three of them and ordered them to answer every call he made and to do everything he asked. He also ordered them to respond to his text messages in the same way. This allowed him to give them tasks without being on-site. Once he had done that, he told Joe that he would continue to like what John was doing with Marcy. He also wanted Joe to be happy about everything Christina did with her. Finally, he changed Joe's preferences. Joe now found it particularly arousing to watch his wife being fucked and used by others, of course, he also liked it when Lars was used by several guys. John intensified this preference to the point where Joe could only come when he was watching Marcy or Lars being fucked. While John was making all these changes, Joe's facial features kept changing. It must have been a rollercoaster ride for Joe.

Marcy was sitting on the couch, completely exhausted, and was now trying to satisfy herself. Her brain was probably only focused on that. Her eyes were glazed over, her face reddish, and she begged John for release. John laughed at her and sent the whole family home.

"What's the relationship like between you and your parents?" he asked her. She looked at him a little surprised and hesitated until he raised an eyebrow.

"A pretty good one, I'd say. We get on well, and they accept me for who I am," she replied with a smile and asked him why he wanted to know.

"Just because," John lied, wanting to know how much Christina had of her mother.

"I should be getting home though ... I know I owe you a whole night, actually, but I don't want any trouble at home ..." she began and was interrupted by John.

"I could take care of the trouble for you." John interrupted her, Christina looked at him thoughtfully.

"Could you also make sure that they let me do what I want and give me more money?" she asked him.

John looked at her, perplexed.

"Are you serious? Where have you been for the last two hours? Of course, I can," he replied sarcastically, already looking forward to meeting her parents.

This was a moment when he was grateful to be able to use his father's car. He could have taken the car to school like so many others, but he thought that was kind of stupid. Christina gave him the address and he drove off.

When they arrived, she led him straight into the house.

"Hi, I'm back, and I've got company!" Christina called out and walked into the living room with John.

"Hey honey. Who's your visitor?" asked her mother, who was now standing in front of them.

John was pleasantly surprised when he saw her and now knew that Christina had a lot of her, he was already mentally undressing her.

"This is John , a classmate of mine, he brought me home after we worked on a project together, can he join us for dinner?" Christina replied.

Her mother looked at them both, "A project then..." she mumbled and then smiled at them both.

"Yes, of course he can stay for lunch. Your father won't be back until tomorrow lunchtime, he missed his plane, so I've cooked far too much anyway."

Inwardly, John clenched a fist and wondered how lucky he could actually be. Christina's father wouldn't be back until the next day. Outwardly, he just smiled.

"That's very kind of you. Thank you very much, Mrs. Clark," John thanked her and received a questioning look from Christina.

"Are you going to set the table?" her mother asked, and Christina nodded. Christina tugged on John's sleeve and pulled him into the kitchen with her.

"What was that look? What are you up to?" she asked him in a whisper so that her mother couldn't hear. John smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't want to..." she hissed at him quietly and gave him a threatening look.

"Why not?" he asked with a laugh and looked around the kitchen, he didn't know his way around and had to wait for Christina to give him something so that he could set the table. What he could tell, however, was that it smelled like really good food. The pots were still on the stove, steaming away.

"That's my mother!"

"So what? What are you trying to tell me? She's attractive. Just like you, but if you'd rather I..." John replied and left the sentence unfinished. Christina now looked a little stunned and didn't know how to react. After all, John had told her what she was capable of, and then an idea came to her.

"You can change bodies, so you can make me look like them and..." she began, but John interrupted her.

"Yes, but then I'd only have one, so I can have both of you, your choice. I can make you forget everything that's happened and what's going to happen today, or you can play along. If you're honest, you had fun with Marcy, and I'm sure you'll have fun with your mother too."

"I ... well ... I ... mhhh... damn" she stammered, grumbling, and looked at him in silence for a long time. John let the moment sink in before breaking the silence.

"So, you can be my sidekick or my victim, whichever you prefer, but I have the say, my choice is mine. But I'm prepared to do more for you in return."

Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at him a little angrily.

"But I don't want you to ruin my parents' marriage or anything like what happened with Lars or his family!"

"How far along are you?" asked her mother, who had just come into the kitchen.

"We had to sort something out, five minutes, then the table will be set," Christina replied with a **** smile. She turned around and took plates out of the cupboard, which she immediately handed to John. She took some glasses and cutlery herself before leading him into the dining room.

As soon as they were alone again, John replied, "No, I'm not going to break up your parents' marriage. I didn't even do that with Lars and his parents. I'm not going to turn her into a stupid doll, either. More like a lustful milf, at least as long as I'm here."

"I know you can take anything you want, and I can't do anything about it anyway if you want to. But I'd like to know what I get out of it," she replied.

"What would you like? I think I'm capable of improving a few things," he grinned. She looked at him thoughtfully as her mother came in with a pot in her hand. As soon as she had put the pot down, she fetched the second pot and all three plates before sitting down at the table and looking at the two of them.

"Sit down, the food is getting cold," she told them both to sit down