The door opened and Karyn walked in. Completely nude, she cocked her hip and said, "And how are my favorite slave girls today?"
The harem girls squealed in delight at the sight of their mistress and crowded around her, giggling and cattering. They kissed their beloved mistress, rubbed up against her erotically and asked a million questions about how her day went. Jon just stood there. This was Karyn's fantasy? To own a harem of gorgeous, well endowed, submissive sex slaves? Or was this possibly a product of the wish, creating fantasies where there were none?
"Now where's my little Jeanette?" asked Karyn. "Don't be shy. I know that this is always a big change for a new girl, but we can't get to know you unless you come out and play with the other girls."
Jon wanted nothing more than to please his mistress. Slowly he made his way through the crowd of harem girls and cuddled with Karyn. Her soft, warm flesh felt so good against Jon's and he let out an involuntary moan. "That's a good girl," said Karyn. She turned to her harem and said, "Now why am I the only one naked here? Now lets get those clothes off and have a little fun. Its been a long day at school and I need to blow off a little steam with my girls."
The harem, Jon (now Jeanette) included, tore off their clothes. The sight of all those naked bodies, particularly Karyn's, made Jeanette's pussy wet. As the denizens of the room devolved into a mass of rutting flesh, Jeanette wondered how she was going to get herself out of this mess, or if she even wanted to.
