"He was prettyzoned out. She slapped his face again, putting all of her considerable strengthinto it. It took two more blows before he began to refocu.... But what the hell,she was enjoying the feel of his skin against her hand! She gave him a dozenmore slaps, then slammed the palm of her hand squarely into his nose for goodmeasure. It crunched satisfactorily and blood trickled down into his mouth."Are youready to answer my question yet?" She asked pleasantly."I... Idon't know anything..." he. I yelped and struggled, trying my bonds to no avail.Soon my cock began to harden again. I groaned, recalling that the video camera was still running. She finished with her whip and once again I felt her very hard cockhead pushing at my asshole. It was less painful this time, but no less pleasurable. I did not fight the sensations this time and my body moved with her. Stella purred like a cat in my ear, saying I was being a very good boy.She did not touch my hard cock but began to fuck my ass. It was a great experience preying on my dear old mother’s wonderful and juicy breasts. My mother stopped her resistance by now as she also became hot by the time and I started enjoying her naked body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful body everywhere I could and it was great.Then I said to her “what bitch what had happened to you stopped your resistance enjoying your son forcing you”. Then she said “you have got some power to make woman feel the happiness in becoming woman for you come. They were married the following fall. Twenty years later, and Steve and Janie were as happy as ever. One evening though, Janie was clearly out their bedroom cupboard when a box fell from the top shelf and burst open as it crashed onto the bedroom floor, spilling three black and white sketches that were as beautiful as anything Janie had ever seen. The detail of the lines, the use of nothing but charcoal, yet telling a story in vivid colour was awe-inspiring. Janie was no art critic but they.