There was nothing to celebrate. The next time I saw her was about a month, maybe a month-and-a-half later, at Leo's (where else?). She was suspended i... mid-air, hanging by her wrists, her legs secured wide apart. Naked, of course. I walked up and examined her body and was surprised (and inwardly thankful) that there was hardly a trace of her ordeal. Leo must know some master wizard medical people. I walked around to face her. Twin nipples greeted me at eye level, standing at attention. She. ” Raising the crop and flicking it back and forth between her legs as she cries out. Then dropping the crop he runs his hands back and forth flicking and massaging the area between her lips pausing occasionally to pinch her hard thick clit. Sheila is panting unable to move as he works her over moving back and forth to her cheeks smearing the juices on them. Then as she nears release he picked up the crop again and applied it to her now moist backside and thighs. Sheila’s sobs are soon filling. She then pushed me down to a sitting position and continued to remove my jeans. My boxer briefs were still on and Sarah struggled to open the hole in my underwear large enough for my cock to pop out. She kept one hand on the seam of the hole while the other hand fished for my dick. She pulled out my throbbing shaft and licked her lips. “Hold on.” She grabbed a travel sized lubricating oil bottle and squeezed out a quarter sized amount of the edible gel. “Take off your shirt and lay back.” I. I intended for my new body to still be me. Unlike Anna, who changed so much in her first body change, I don't need to face down some of the challenges she dealt with at the time. But I'm going to make some changes all the same.The biggest inspiration for the new Darlene turned out to be Tami-7. Although I'm not planning to regress back to an apparent age of seventeen, I feel ready to tone down my overly aggressive fembot superstructure with softer, more realistic curves like hers. I've seen how.