"OK."There was a low brick wall adjacent to us and I sat down on it. He didlikewise. I swung my legs, kicking my feet against the wall for a fewminute... whilst I gathered my thoughts. I had no idea where to begin orhow to start. I finally blurted out, "The journalist from the SundayTimes knows all about me and who I used to be and, come Sunday, thewhole world will know too."To say that Jon looked taken aback would be an understatement. Helooked as if he was trying to get his mind around it. "How. .and this was just the start.Even though my hands attention was firmly on my chest, I was well awareof the rest of my body's changes. I could feel my penis shrivelingaway, and a pussy being formed, and being formed incredibly wet. Myass grew; in order to give the hourglass figure I wanted. I felt myface shifting around, and even though I couldn't see it exactly, I knewwhat it basically looked like. Gorgeous, with nice thick lips and agenerally open expression.All of a sudden the weight of. She wanted nothing more than to keep making love with Mark Cahill for the rest of the day, and then for the rest of her life. Another surge of passion began building within her, taking control of her body and mind until it broke in a long, exquisite orgasm that left her tingling and breathless. Although stunned by the erotic explosion, her mind and body were still in synch with the rhythm of Mark’s movements. As she reeled from the force of her own climax, Mark began slamming into her with. No hello, no kisses to greet you. Just me taking firm control over your helpless body. Do you want this dick? Beg for this dick women! Down on your knees, you beg for me to fuck you, because tonight, you could see the look of seduction as you gazed into my eyes. I gave you only a few seconds to undress or you would have to face severe punishment. Two seconds over my time limit requires a serious ass whipping. I pulled off my belt and began to spank you for your sins. You seem to love the.