As I knelt with my face above the discarded diaper and answeredher questions, again describing in detail the shame I felt she gave metwo enemas. She a...ked me questions and of course I knew that I had toanswer in the affirmative. She'd play with me in that way."Did you like it when that lady at McDonalds laughed at you?" Yes, Miss." Really? But why, it must have been so embarrassing." It was embarrassing Miss but I did like it. I like it when ladies laughat me." No! Surely not! I thought men. The blow winded George who bent over as Dave grabbed the back of his shirt and literally threw him out of the room. Polly heard George cry out with pain as he slammed into the wall and Dave kicked the door shut with a grunt. He turned to Polly who was still quivering on the sofa and he helped her to her feet. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked, cupping her face and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. Polly nodded, still numb with shock as he looked at her with concern. ‘Come on baby. Get dressed, we’d. She got so pissed, though she didn't get her revenge just yet. Reminder, this is like 10 past 5 at this point so there's nobody else at the entire gym just yet. So we both do a little tennis whilst we're there, and everytime a game finished (not when she won or when I won) she'd always spank me whenever we peck. It came to a point where I wasn't really covering anything up anymore, as sweat drenched my sports bra and my shorts went up my vagina and my butt. When the final game finished, which I. She had already made me into a girl between my legs. She put a sponge headrest behind my neck. I felt the tension seep into the water as she worked her magic to transform me. My daughter was right. This heavenly soak was just what I needed. When she finished changing me she fixed her hair for the night. I kissed he good night."Good night, Mom." Is your boyfriend coming over tomorrow?" I don't know. Why?" We have to get you clothes. I need to know if he's staying for dinner." I really don't.