Send her back to her room

There was no doubt, I was still in a state of shock. There could only be one reason for Theresa's sudden transformation in character. Somehow, my trip back in time had altered Theresa's behavior, not only then, but from that point forward. The ripple effects of my time travel had somehow created a different present day than I had been accustomed to. The question in my head, was how far reaching were the effects of my trip back in time. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what to do.

"Go on back to your room for now. I'll figure out your punishment in just a bit."

God, did I just say that? Was I really planning on punishing her after such a glorious blowjob? How could I punish her, more than she'd already been punished? She had my mind in a tailspin. To make matters worse, Theresa meekly rose to her feet, her eyes still lowered, focused on my spent cock that seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly coming back to life. She reached out with her hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft and squeezed out a remaining droplet, capturing it on her finger. She smiled, her lips curling ever so slightly as she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked on it like a miniature cock, her cheeks hollowing in as the finger went deep into her mouth. With her free hand she pulled down on the black lace bra, exposing one of the most perfect breasts imaginable. The melon sized orb was displayed in all its glory, a tight pink eraser sized nipple jutting proudly at a slight upward angle, surrounded by a rosy colored, puckered, quarter sized aureole. I remained transfixed as she withdrew the finger from her mouth and traced wet circles around the turgid tip, making it glisten. She pinched the nipple and elicited a long, drawn out moan as her eyes fluttered and her belly rippled.

Theresa regained her composure, returned the exposed tit to the confines of the lace bra and turned, wiggling her ass as she moved out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom door.

All I could do was remain there, motionless, frozen like a statue, unable to move or think. The only thought in my mind was, what kind of a monster have I created? Theresa was much more than just a blowjob slut; she had transformed into a seductress, temptress, submissive sprite. I knew I had to do something, but what? Half-stumbling to the bathroom doorway, I stopped at the door and leaned against the jamb. God, I could smell her fragrance lingering in the air right there, the unmistakable smell of lust and sex, mingled with her unique perfume. I couldn't think straight. I spotted the watch at the side of the bed and nearly tripped, trying to make my way towards it. I stumbled and fell onto the bed, luckily enough, still breathing hard, my head spinning wildly. I picked up the watch, examined it carefully and strapped it to my wrist.

Trying to figure out what I should do, I contemplated going back in time again and somehow undoing what had been done. I wasn't quite sure exactly how to undo the damage however, nor was I completely convinced I wanted to. As the various options played out in my mind, I was again interrupted by Theresa, now standing in the bedroom doorway. She had changed out of her underwear and into something even more revealing, if that was at all possible. She stood there with a blue bra that nearly matched her hair, with clamshell cups that left her nipples exposed, and a matching thong that barely had enough material to cover her crotch. I couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

"Daddy, I don't mean to be rude, but Victoria is on the phone. Can she come over? ... PLEASE?"