Her bottom lip trapped between teeth trembled when I slid my belt from their binding. I didn't drop the leather but folded the strip in my hands now h...ld in my right palm, ready to transform into an instrument of binding or punishment.Your room is massive, and it took several moments before I crossed. I could hear your monotone voice and smell your beloved as the juices stained fabric. Your wife had a sharp pungent aroma that stirred every wicked instinct. That's why when she pulled down my. Jenny could almost feel his eyes on her as she slipped a slender digit into her moist slit. Her monitor displayed the same thing that was being broadcast across the internet. It was her middle finger, buried to the second knuckle in her puss. Jenny felt her back arching as she started pumping her fingers slowly in and out. She stepped out of her panties, kicking the brightly colored cloth away. Slowly she shoved her ring finger in alongside her middle steadily pumping her fingers into her slick. Her husband of 27 years, Roy, had never made a big deal out of sex. It was more a routine satisfaction of a basic need, like eating.Because of this, she was pretty surprised when her husband announced that he had won a week stay at a lakeside resort. That was cause for celebration, since they hardly ever took any interesting trips.In the week before they left she was going through what clothes might be appropriate and all the ones she had were pretty dated or worn. She went to a modestly priced. However I think Marjorie started to suspect something as she became a bitmore reserved towards me and sometimes asked if I ever thought abouthaving a power from my change. I managed to change the topic mostly andkept her from finding out anything.Back at school I walked with more confidence, once I knew that my newfound power could bail me out of trouble. Marjorie surely noticed becauseshe asked me, "What has gotten into you?" Oh nothing, I'm just not going to let people get to me anymore. I am.