Bending in half slowly, knees unbending, I allowed my head to nearly touch the floor as I slid my panties down my legs. Looking in between my legs, I ...aw my mistress wickedly smiling and kicking her lips. Whipping my body straight, flicking my hair behind me in a sexy show, I spun on one heel and kicked my panties out from under my stiletto. Flinging them into one of the peepholes, where one happy man could use them to jack off. "Hands and knees, crawl to me, slave." And so I did, wiggling my. I've been interested in training my butt up for a long time and thought I was going to give it much more of a try once I got my own place (no more trying stuff out while in the shower in secret). But around the time I finally moved out I started seeing a very lovely girl I'm still seeing now, so me being a dummy for a while thought that because I'm in a straight relationship I need to try and cool it with the liking dick side of me. Anyone who knows anything about mental health will tell you. "My dick? You did this tome?" Liz nodded. To be honest I was pissed. My love for Liz? Nothingbut a spell? And an accident at that? Enraged, I asked, "But after youlearned the truth, why didn't you change me back?" I couldn't."I was so enraged, I couldn't see straight. I was now a freak of naturebecause Liz didn't want to let me feel any differently about her then Idid? I stood up, grabbed my purse and said, "I've got to think aboutthis," and stormed out of the condo.I wandered for I. I can impart some commonsense though: anyone who thinks I'm anything other than a very lucky guy is being an idiot. Everything that I heard about what Archangel Michael said, and the email his replacement sent from Ron's computer, all said that a person would be resurrected and that humanity needed to pull up its socks. They didn't say anything about my miraculously saving the world for you, curing your diseases, reducing taxes, making your cars get ten more miles per gallon, or whatever other.