I could hear the rustling of belts and clothes, a hand spanked my bottom hard and then I felt his hand between my thighs pushing them apart. Before my...feet had time to stabilise, I felt his cock push into me. Not as stiff as his son's, but then, he had only just decided to fuck me a few seconds earlier. His cock soon stiffened and before I knew it I was panting and issuing expletives out of my filthy mouth as if he was a long-term lover. I took his pounding cock until he pulled out and squirted. " So why isn't my sister a witch?" I asked."How do you know that she isn't?" she asked back.That thought went through my head. How would I find out if she was ornot? If I asked her and she wasn't, she'd think I was crazy. Maybe Icould use a spell to detect it? Monique's Grandma managed to see that Iwas a magic user just by looking into my eyes. That would be somethingto work on.The rest of the week flew by in a blur of makeup, dresses, and dancepractices. Monique came to the session on Tuesday. He pulled back looked me in the eye and as if he had control over me he slammed back into my uterus knowing I would orgasm and squirt!! I was like a rag doll in his arms as I went tense then in went the chocolate hammer, squirt/piss orgasm, tense again and back to more orgasms. My head was in a different place now and I had no strength as he turned me to press me against the cold wall. Now he went crazy fucking me like a cheap street whore!!! I had to wrap my arms around his neck as he lifted. All I could really catch from their conversations seemed to be phrases,such as: "estrogen therapy," "hypnotic therapy enhanced by subliminalreeducation," "plastic surgery aided by gene therapy," "major orthopedicsurgery to widen the pelvic structure," "breast enhancement," "majorexperimental, but, so far, very successful internal organ transplantsurgery," "possible slight reduction in her IQ," . . . . . Then Iseemed to lapse back into a deep sleep again.I awoke again - but in a very hazy,.