I wanted tomake the next time different, this occasion I really wanted to scare her, buthow? How could I scare a woman who does this for a living? The... it hit me,the only time her eyes opened wide was when I pulled the knife out, It wassomething she was not expecting; maybe I could work on this. When I got home I went to work straight on the net, looking up the toys usedin 'bondage and scare games' some were really good but most were for the effectjust aesthetic uses. I didn't deem any of them. I learned that if he flicked two fingers inside me just so I would cum immediately. If he combined that with licking and nibbling my clit he could keep me riding the crest until I was hoarse and aching from cumming so hard. I learned how to ride his thick cock and how much I enjoyed it when he entered me from behind. His hands would guide my hips as he thrust hard into me until I was a sobbing shuddering puddle of pure pleasure. But the most important thing I learned about myself didn’t happen. ‘What do you think, Sam?’I looked at Jason.‘Yes,’ I heard myself saying, ‘I agree with Charlotte.’ I said, ‘I think you should spank my husband, Peter. I want to see him spanked. A good, hard, spanking, in front of me. It’s what he wants.’I could see that my words hit home as Jason’s eyes widened in surprise. I hoped I wasn’t doing the wrong thing! This would fulfil his fantasy perfectly. But what if he didn’t really want it? What if he hated it?Well, it was too late for that now. The thought. As the container continued to raise the longing inside me increased, the nipples on my new perfect perky breasts started to tingle and get hard as buttons. I continued to be swelled with sensations that were completely new yet instantly pleasurable, and were in no way disturbed by any historical male baggage that could have been carried over from my previous form. I was at one with my feelings and desires and knew exactly what actions were needed in order for me to be satisfied. Nothing then.