Sproing!

Josie couldn’t help it. It was the rules, after all. She had been so close to leaving the bus, to being safe, and she had to make that mistake. That one big mistake.

And now it was on Josie to fix it.

Well, to take care of it.

The man had been accommodating enough. When Josie realized what she’d done, how her intensely magically enhanced sexy body had so selfishly caused the man to grow an inconvenient erection, he had generously spread his legs and allowed her to kneel between them. He’d even let her unzip his pants and pull the erection out for her inspection. He hadn’t even complained when she bent her head down and slid the long hard penis into her mouth.

Of course, a piece of Josie’s mind was screaming for her to stop, reminding her that she was being **** to act a certain way because of the rules she herself had imposed on the universe, rules that she had never intended on having to act out the female side of.

But it didn’t matter. Josie was a woman. One of the sexiest women on the planet, thanks to her rules. And with great sexiness comes great responsibility.

Josie eagerly sucked. This poor man had done nothing to her. He had just been minding his own business when she had gone flaunting her cleavage, forcing him to become aroused. The poor thing. He was the victim of a selfish woman, and she was going to make sure he was alright.

Reaching one well manicured hand down, Josie began to massage his testicles, all the while wondering if she’d ever be able to escape the world she’s created for herself. Had she not been so stupid, it would be her having her balls rubbed, her dick sucked. Not that she would want that, of course. Women were so selfish! How dare they **** men to get hard without being asked?

Still, the feeling of the man’s cock in her mouth was soothing. The taste, too, was appealing. Of course someone like her would like blowjobs. Why else would a woman allow herself to become so sexy? She was practically a dick-trap. She bet this wouldn’t be the last dick she’d suck that day.

Again, a part of her was screaming to stop, to use the device, to fix things.

But right then she had something else to fix first.