Only for you baby, only you..."She started to moan as she approached orgasm. As her moans grew louder so did my pain. "I'm Cuming, baby. Oh shit, ahhh...hh." Finally, she came with a whimper and a groan. I resisted the urge to throw up, My heart was being ripped away. I wanted to slap her ass out of the chair and then put a bullet in her head.I controlled my growing distress. I needed to hear it all. A slap and a quick death would have let her off much too easy. I wanted her hurt to go much. But this felt just like my normal hair, soft and silky with just enough curl to give it movement. It was very odd to see myself in the bathroom mirror. It was like being trapped in stranger's body. I'd never been this thin before. Everyone in my family carried extra weight and I had always wondered how it would feel to be one of those women that all the men wanted. I didn't know if anyone would want me, but the new body was very different.(Question: Why didn't I need to shave my legs? Shouldn't. Kyle Martin.I was a little surprised when the manager explained that our room wasn't in the hotel proper. Aaron Morano had rented a one bedroom villa for us for the weekend. The manger said Mr. Cuchiella would be next door to us. Marco and Jon Stafford would be in hotel in one of the regular rooms. He gave us directions to our villa and told me where to park.The villas were along the golf course. We had a nice living room with a TV and a gas fireplace and a kitchenette downstairs. The bedroom. The push-button ignition did not respond, and neither the foot or parking brakes would engage. He debated whether to release his seatbelt in case he needed to jump from the car when he saw a widening in the road at an extremely tight hairpin turn. If the car didn’t slow down, even the magnificent German engineering designed into this vehicle would not prevent it from sliding in the loose gravel and over the edge on the mountain.Almost as if the car sensed its own doom, the braking system.