The stone bench felt on Brian’s bare ass but that was the least of his problems now.
“This is NOT what you promised me, Madame O.!” he exclaimed his new voice while subconsciously closing his legs and placing both hands over his crotch.
She cackled and said, “You asked for pussy. I warned you to change your request, but you insisted. So I promised to give you some: now you have it. It’s all yours, you paid me for it.” With that, she walked away as Brian looked on, horrified.
With no wallet, no cash, no dick, and only a hot pink thong on his calves, Brian realized that he really didn’t have a leg to stand on. Should he pull up his thong and try to find some money to buy real clothes? What do you think?
