Das war mein Bauch auch, flach und fein gezeichnet von einem Waschbrett. Schule und Sport, das waren meine Hobbys, ja das war mein Leben. Noch tiefer ...ah ich die paar blonden Härchen auf meinem Venushügel, der übrigens um einiges weiter raus steht, als meine Brust. Und ganz unten zwei dünne Beine. Alles in allem eine 1,75m Athletik-Intelligenz-Bestie.Meine einzige und beste Freundin Mimi wollte mich heute unbedingt auf eine Party mitnehmen. Ich hasse Partys. Ich hasse Discos. Da geht es nur. Almost immediately I knew I had made a mistake. Suddenly, my external senses intruded on the trance. My heart was beating too quickly and my skin was sweating. There was a pressure in my sinuses that only the most desperate of spell-casters ignore. As soon as I was able I aborted the invocation, letting the magic flows dissipate. I felt the trance waver, as the magical senses and the external ones alternated on my consciousness in pulses. Finally, I did a hasty but controlled exit from my spell. "Then you don't treat us that way either, missy!" Another, even harderslap sounded, rather like a gunshot, in the room, and Daniel gasped, hiships squirming and his legs kicking. Nevertheless, he managed to say,"I'm not a 'miss.'"Becky fanned his fanny with six rapid-fire swats, one following soclosely upon the next that Daniel could hardly distinguish them. Fireswept through his well-spanked buttocks, and his cock was stiffer than ithad ever been. His balls were high inside his tight,. I was bent over as I looked up at him and said, "Please sir, please makeit stop." In a sec," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders."Stand up," he said as he pushed me up."Oh please sir," I said."Holy shit!" he said. "That's fuckin' awesome!" Sir?" I asked as I felt like I was going to burst.He pointed at my belly and said with a laugh. "Your flat stomach ain't soflat anymore. You look like you're fuckin' pregnant."I looked down and saw that he was right. My belly was sticking out."Okay," he.