She would spank relatively softly for a few strokes then really lay one on. She would vary the tempo from several right in a row to long pauses that a...most made me wonder whether or not she had stopped. Sometimes she struck from the right and then she would evidently backhand my ass and come in from the left. She made it impossible to anticipate what was going to happen next.I could feel the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing level of pleasure. I closed. I could feel her excitement at the idea. "I ... I don't know. I'd rather have better control over my own talent."I smiled gently, "You don't like how you look?"She blushed a bit. It was difficult to not notice how stunning Renée was. Her ability was to alter her shape, contours, and general skin tones to match what her current lover preferred. When I had first met her the only real difference between what she was like and the statuesque buxom blonde standing before me was the lack in size of. . then one night he txt me asking me to call by straight away it was about 930 ish in the evening, so i rang him cause i didn"t wont to go out that late. we talked and he got me to pop over to his , i had to walk cause i"d had a few drinks, i got to his and he said there ya go another drink cause i know tomorrows ya day off ? to which i said and you im not drinking alone so we sat watched some dvd and drank by now it was almost 2 in the morning .. bed time he said come on ya better come to bed. Gwen wasn’t as calm, but I could see her eyes shining with eagerness. “No chances. If you run into anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that you think is too difficult, no heroism. This isn’t Alaska, where it was stand and die because running away wasn’t an option.” That calmed her down a bit.James came over to me. “I’m supposed to be YOUR bodyguard. Don’t worry, ma’am. Deacon and I know what we’re doing.”“We do? Oh, I suppose so. Come on, Isabel, give us the guided tour,” Deacon said.Isabel hit a.