Basically.”“Fuck! Can’t I even get enslaved by two beautiful women without it involving her?”I kept my mouth shut as he stared at the eight by...ten photo of him standing next to Suzi dressed in her high school graduation cap and gown. For a moment I wondered if Suzi was naked under the robe in the picture like she had been during graduation, and made a mental note to ask her the next day. (The answer was no.)Jason said somberly, “Do you know what makes this whole thing ironic?”“What?”“A year. Michel insists he wants to go as a girl. I suggested everything -- Superman, a cowboy, Spiderman. But no, he wants to be a girl! He even selected this pattern!" sighed Claudette.Heidi waited for a second. "Is that it!? But that's not the end of the world, Claudette! At least he chose a beautiful dress. He's got good taste." Oh Heidi, if only it was that simple. We both wanted our first to be as son. My husband, Louis, was so proud the day Michel was born. he couldn't stop talking about. " Was he playing with her, or did he really think she needed a spanking?She sensed his hand moving and then heard the whack of his open palm. "Ughhhh!!!!" The sting was worse and better than anything she could've done to herself. His hand was bigger and rougher and he had far more strength.Another, and another, and another. Whack, whack, whack. The blows were hard and stinging, quickly bringing tears to her eyes, but her cock was twitching with excitement. With each blow she rubbed her crotch. I shudders from your touch, and let out a few sighs and moans. You let your hands drop to caress my ass and pull my body against you while you kiss me deeply and sensuously. You slide your hand up underneath my skirt and stroke my bare skin. You move your mouth lower over my neck to the “V” of my blouse and strike flames on my skin with your tongue and gentle nips of your teeth. You bite my nipples through my clothing until you can see them stand erect, straining to be free. Your hands meet at.