My armpits had to be shaved again, to ward off strange looks and, at my Mother's insistence; my legs went the same way 'in case I wanted to go for a s...im'. Prophetic. I first saw Paul as we were walking into the holiday resort Dad had booked, for the first time. It was early evening. The asphalt had been heated by the sun all day and was painful to walk on, even through my sandals. As the porter showed us to our apartment we drew mildly interested glances from the other guests. Mostly British,. I started tonotice that her face is starting to distort itself- her facial bonesmoving, shifting to look like Chris'. Her once soft features are beingtransformed slowly and this appears to be a painful process as she kepton convulsing in pain.Her once blue and cat-like eyes transformed into brown round ones. Herpuffy cheeks lost its fat and her cheekbones realigned themselves. Astrong and prominent jaw started to protrude to her once round face andher once thin nose grew looking a bit bigger.. He immediately pulled his cock back out and slammed the full length into me on the next thrust driving the air from my lungs and causing tears to well up in my eyes. My pussy had never been so stretched. “Who owns you bitch?” He demanded to know.I bit my lip and shook my head no.He once again pulled back with his cock and slammed it into me so hard my body actually moved up the bed. He followed right behind mounting me. “I asked who owns you bitch?”I could not give him the satisfaction. I shook. I have been as patient as anyone could be with a self-absorbed little brat, but this community is my home, and these people are my friends, and you, prima-donna that you think you are, are not going to fuck this up for me! Your mother is gone, and she is not coming back, and while I will miss her at least as much as you, we both need to move on. Talking to you has not helped, and neither has anything else, so now I'm going to take a more direct approach." Make the call," she told Mrs. Monroe.I.