”“But she is ok with this, she say so”, protested the flatmate.“Maybe so, but I prefer to wait for her to recover.”The flatmate giggled.“O..., that might be some more time after what you did with her!”The giggles were infectious. I began to chuckle myself and in a few seconds we were both laughing quite heartily. The flatmate stepped closer to me as we laughed and I gently put my arm around her. She sighed and leaned into me, her breasts pressing into my side through the thin material of her. I was at his mercy to be gentle and not hurt me; I liked that feeling of vulnerability.Richard started lifting me up and down, pushing himself deeper into me. “Careful now Richard, you don’t want to tear me apart.” But I could feel myself opening up and I was meeting his thrusts by pushing down on his intruding penis. I leaned backward slightly, forcing the head of his cock up against the front wall of my uterus. “God you feel good. I love the way your cock fills me, stretches me.”I began to. She gave me a wicked smile and her inner muscles tightened painfully around my cock. My fingers dug into her hips, trying to slow her down as she regained her interrupted rhythm. The room went dark again. Her body flared like a dying star, appearing as an angel once more, though smoke was rising from the blackened tips of her wings. I could not look away from the illusion she forced me to see. “More, Father, more!” Her hands were braced on my chest, she licked her lips hungrily. My body. This dance was very important for us toexperience our "change" of lifestyle. We needed to "switch" lifestyles andthis next class, the dance, would be a very useful teaching tool. She willbe with us on the dance floor and will help out if needed. She was verystern in saying we must be very lady like, feminine, and poised. We mustremember we are ladies and must perform as ladies.Wow, I thought, perform as ladies? What does that mean?I was getting weak in the knees and Joan knew this while holding.