Jason closed his eyes awaiting Mark's humiliating wrath when he heard the front door close.
"Hello, anyone home?" the sweet voice of Martha filled Jenifer's ears
"Who is that?" Mark asked, but Jason was still unable to speak. Sighing he rephrased his question "Tell me who that is."
"Its Martha, the maid" Jason said
"Will she come in here... tell me if she will come in here" Mark said carefully choosing his words
"Probably..." Jason said uncertainly
"Great! Ok then place learning later. Jenifer, go great the maid and tell her she can take the day off today say nothing of me being here or raising any kind of alarm" Mark commanded as Jason turned back into Jenifer upon hearing her name.
Jenifer was back in her old body and old clothes, she would of been happier if she knew it wasn't all about to be taken away again. She found herself unwillingly opening the door to her room, and walking out to meet Martha.
After a few minutes Mark was getting impatient...
"How long does it take to tell someone hey I'm still paying you but why don't you go out and have some fun..." Mark whispered to himself. Sighing he walked to the door and pressed his ear to it, he heard nothing on the other side...
"That bitch!" he said opening the door to a empty room. Meanwhile in a car with Martha Jenifer was enjoying her small time of freedom while she enjoyed her day off with Martha.
"Well at least she isn't going to tell anyone about any of this... unless... crap!" Mark said covering his face in his hands.
Elsewhere Kyle was waiting for Mark to return with Jenifer. After Mark had left he had decided to go back to class (no point in ruining his GPA while his friend was MIA). It was a odd feeling for him to be walking around with nothing between his legs but his balls, but he was getting used to it. That was until he remembered the final phrasing that Jenifer had ended the curse in. Kyle was walking down the hall when he felt a all too familiar sensation building.
"Aw, crap!" he muttered as he dashed into the bathroom stalls. Pulling down his pants he barely managed to get them down before he shot load after load out off the tiny hole just above his ball sack. Unable to control let alone aim himself he grabbed a wad of toilet paper and pressed it firmly to the smooth patch of skin. It seemed to keep things from becoming messy till everything intensified. Kyle fell to the floor from the sheer increase in pleasure. Seeing the already damp cloth being lifted from the surface of the skin he went to grab another handful of toilet paper.
"Fuck!" he half moaned half wheezed as the orgasm seemed to intensify. The previous wad of toilet paper was now failing to repress the ever increasing river. Kyle's toes curled as the orgasm mounted yet again. Kyle managed to lift his head just enough before collapsing back down to see his ridged prick slowly growing spraying the contents of the stall as it lengthened.
Kyle let out one final crescendo of a moan when everything stopped. Kyle slowly got himself to his feet. His clothes were ruined, he wouldn't be able to be seen like this and... what was he thinking he had a reliable slave... friend who would stop whatever it was he was doing and come to his aid...
"I just hope my cell phone isn't... water damaged..." Kyle says as he starts dialing Mark's number.