"AlthoughI don't believe any of them, I've read stories in the tabloids aboutmen becoming women and women becoming men as a result of being caughtin t...e fluxing energies." You should believe them, Mrs. Burroughs. They're all true, I know,"replied Jill. "But I'm not your husband - I'm just Jill," shechuckled briefly. "I rent one of your spare rooms, and you have mewatch your son as a partial payment of my rent. One of the reasonsyou let me watch him is because, for some strange reason - why. I anticipated the blow to my head and purposely delayed my ascent to shield my head from the inevitable. The washing machine door was light and did not compare to the thick freezer lid. I did not expect a single piece of metal to even sting. What I did not consider was Wendy’s dedication to realism. In her attention to detail she conpensated for the difference in weight between the heavy freezer lid and the washing machine door by summoning all of her strength and energy to bring the door. Not as hard as before but with the clamps still in place it hurt. Then my stomach got the treatment and then she hit me between the legs. I was in tears by this time and struggled but I was tied tight. I was in the verge of mumbling “silver” when I felt her fingers rubbing my pussy and then my clit. I started to thrust again her fingers and in no time I orgasmed.“Did I say you could come you whore” she roared and the whipping recommenced. My bum, my thighs, my boobs and then my pussy got the. I felt that untamable "itch" between my thighs again, and it got more intense by the minute, until I just couldn't take it anymore. While my Granpah was taking a nap and Granmah just started making our supper, I snuck into the living room to grab Max, taking him straight to my room. I quickly locked the door and then I headed toward my bed feeling kinda nervous as I bit my bottom lip softly. Max paced around me impatiently while I stood in front of my bed and I lowered my skirt, pulling my.