That night as Michelle lay close to her playmate, the pussy that was Jenny was still reeling from the sexing, the tingling sensation had still not subsided and the lips remained wet and ready.
A familiar presence came to being, "Ahh, it looks as though you took to your role quite a bit more enthusiastically than I anticipated." the pussy was continuing to irradiate heat almost as if responding to the whims of the spirit, "It seems as though your mistress had expelled almost your entire conscienceness - no matter - I will summon what is left of you, and leave you to enjoy the rest of your existance young one."
With that some of Jenny's senses began to come back - but only as a very vague blur, most of what had existed of Jenny was simply girl cum now - so Jenny only knew her prime purpose now: She was a pussy, she was Michelle's pussy. Her lips softly smacking would be the only sign of her delight, she has no memory of her past or what she was before - all she knows now is role for her mistress Michelle.
Stacy and Michelle began adjusting in bed as the tingling disturbed Michelle's trance in sleep - but they quickly feel into deep slumber again. Jenny was beginning to drool as her master's dreams began clouding her own conscienceness with images of hot sex. Mmmm.. how Jenny loved it so.
With that the spirit was satisfied and disappeared once again.