Jane gives you ownership of a female classmate

Faced with such a monumental choice, countless options cycled through your head. Jane grew impatient at your indecision and said, "Forget it, I'll choose something nice for you."

She glanced around the room and grinned. "Emily, get over here," she commanded. Of course, the girl in question came over without any qualms.

"From today onwards, John is your master and owner. Any and all of your personal rights are forfeit." You were shocked at the sudden proclamation and looked at Emily, who only returned a sweet smile.

"Don't worry, John, we're best buds right? I'll grant you another wish soon. For now, just have fun with this bitch. Don't be gentle, okay? I've always found her insufferable."

What was her problem? Emily seemed like a sweet girl. You looked at the petite girl who was now your ****. She was one of the cutest girls in the entire school, with silver hair tied up in a simple ponytail and a light dash of makeup that complimented her youthful beauty. Her breasts, though not massive, were very prominent on her lithe frame. To sum it up, she was a girl far beyond your league, and she was now kneeling in front of you.

"Hello, master. What would you like me to do?"

"Oh, I've willed it so that anything you do to her is perfectly legal. You could have sex with her right here! While we're at at... let's also make her incredibly horny and in love with you... there!"

There was a marked change in Emily's expression as she now looked upon you with adoration.

"As God herself decreed... I- I really love you, John! Truly! With all my heart! And if you would like to... please please please use my body however you see fit!"

Jane slapped the table laughing. "Can you believe this slut! Oh, before I forget-" She made a twirling motion with her hand at your crotch. "-you're now sterile and immune to STDs, so go wild."

"Uh, thanks." You're not sure how to process this. On one hand you relish the idea of having your own sex ****, on the other your morality was crying out.

"For starters, master," Emily hobbled closer on her knees. "Can I service you with my mouth?"