Her clothes were ruined. Blood from her nose had soaked into her top andskirt. She felt her nose - it might be broken or not. It looked likeshe was...already starting to get a bruise or maybe a black eye, so itmight be broken. Fortunately, the padding in her hip garment and the waythe pocket took in her penis to allow for the pass-thru of the urine hadsaved her any serious injury from the knee to the groin. The punch inthe gut had made her nauseous. Once she could stand on her own. "My goodness, look at these red marks - what did she spank you with?" A cane," I hung my head."Wow, she's strict. And you let her?" Yes." Did you like it?"I felt my penis shift inside what was left of the panty girdle. How to answer?"Yes," I said, my face blushing with shame."Hello, Jack," I said, "come on in. Let me take your coat and briefcase."Jack walked in and handed me his things, which included a large shopping bag."What's in the bag?" I asked."Pamela, you shouldn't be so nosy. It's a. But the new weight on his chest andthe shift in his center of balance was something Marc had nopreparation for. Just getting from the wheelchair to the back seat ofthe car marc staggered and stumbled as if he had a full on drunkgoing. When in fact all he was trying to do was...stand up straight.There was just so much more now that he had to lift up to getvertical. Everything was wrapped up in bandages but, he could tell, hehad some fucking big tits now.Then it was a couple of days zonked out in. The next time I touched her crotch I felt her bare pussy and knew that she was holding the material of her suit to the side. Cindy moaned softly as my middle finger penetrated her pussy. I withdrew my hand and splashed water."It's going to take forever if you do it that way," Cindy complained. I looked around and saw that Mr. Baldwin was looking directly at me."Lower your bottom," I whispered and watched as she wiggled around and pushed the bikini bottom down.I moved in behind her, put one hand.