I just stared at them and his penis for a long time. Did I say they were beautiful? He was sleeping close to the edge of the bed and I could stand be...ide the bed and reach over and touch his penis. As I did, it moved again like last time. I ran my finger along its length and like last time it started growing. It moved up his leg and over his belly until it was pointing toward his face. It was so big now! I put my fingers around it and rubbed it until the clear juice came out again. I leaned. "Why on earth did you get that out of the drawer?" she asked her reflection. The image in the mirror stared confusedly at the lingerie too. Only a small little voice inside her head clapped and danced at the thought of showing the outfit off. "Get a grip." She headed back to the dresser and put the sexy red outfit away. "It wasn't even about me." She glanced at the vibrator exposed by the shifting of the lingerie. Hmm... her nipples stiffened and she felt the heat between her thighs grow warm. The new shape made my gait alter itself to the appropriatefeminine glide. Jewelry was starting to accumulate. I hoped it was notstolen, but it looked inviting against my tan soft silky skin.My boys started to make me feel very good. No one ever pointed me out asanything other than an attractive woman. It probably helped that I wasalways a good-looking man's love interest for the first four months.Everywhere I went, I was escorted as someone's hot date. My breast jobcertainly did help in that. "Whip me down the crack. Use a riding crop and make sure the end goes low enough to cut into my clitoris, please Master. I just love you to whip me," she implored him.Hiss ... CRACK!The crop rose and fell deep into her arse, cutting hard on to the well-oiled puckered brown sphincter, between the labia and the tip curled out of sight. She lifted clean off the bench with the agony of the stroke, and the Earl wondered if he had gone too far. As her scream subsided it was apparent that she was.