Part of me would have loved to be with a girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, ...s I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not ever. It was a slippery slope. If I tolerated slapping, what would be next? Ever since my wife Jill kicked me out of the. I felt her inserting a long finger deep inside of my asshole. I was shocked and gasped in pain. She grabbed my mouth and told me not to make a sound; but I could not be quiet. I gasped again in pain; as she added a second finger. She shoved them very deeply. Then she said I was a good girl and she just let me down onto the floor. She started walking to her bed and I followed her, crawling on my hands and knees.Alexandra ordered me to get on the bed. I thought she wanted to fuck me so I crawled. I feel the changes moving into myarms now..."I hug myself as I feel and watch the changes wash up my arms, the largearms, thinning, the muscles twitching as they slim down, the bonesshifting as my arms shrink, the changes flowing up and into myshoulders. Theirs a loud crack, as bones shift. It doesn't hurt. In factwith each change the pleasure grows. My mind whirling as it is assaultedwith new pleasures. I barely notice as the arm hair flakes away. Myshirt hanging loose on my narrow shoulders. She even moved away from Brenda casually, as if taking precautions not to draw attention. Brenda followed her at a distance."Would you like to drop by my place for a cup of tea?" she said to Laura. "I live down in the Marina. We could be there in five minutes."The words 'five minutes' were all it took to cause a hot, wet tingling deep inside Laura's pussy. Oh yes. Oh god yes."Are you driving, or should we take a cab?" she asked."I'm parked in the underground garage, across the street. Come.