Like it was too much effort.Her hand struck hard and I yelped out loud. Then I told her to smack me harder and I let out a groan on the second hit, �...Oh, fuck yeah, I’ve been such – a bad boy.”“You’re a fucking pervert, you are. That’s enough.My hand stings now.”“Can I spank you in the shower?” I asked.“Why would that be any different?”“It doesn’t hurt at all. I think the water must dissipate the force and there’s no sting.”“Well, in that case, why bother? I guess you must have tried it on. Her hair turned to dark brown, then to black.Brian had turned into a barely dressed island girl - the same kind ofgirl he had just been condemning 10 minutes before. She, and I think wecan safely call him a she now, looked down in horror at her brownbreasts, barely held in place by her bikini and she clutched at her long,black hair.She looked up at Xenata. "Are you done?" she hissed through clenchedteeth."One more thing, one more thing," said Xenata. "You've just changed yourgender, and. I'm not sure I'm going to. I was lucky. I wasn't hurt beyond a few scratches and it was only a mild infection, but I've never forgotten it. He was still alive then, my papà, and he took care of the boy. I learned my lesson.These days, Micol and I don't play our games as much as we used to, although when we do we end up exhausted, covered in sweat and juices, and smiling. I think she's still a virgin. Not for long, though, is my guess.It was a close call with Ricardo last weekend. He wouldn't. My first orgasm, I thought. He sucked on my juices before removing my legs from his shoulders and rising from the bed. I wondered where he was and what his was doing when I heard clothing fall lightly to the ground. Terror filled me as I leapt from the bed, only to have his hands grab me and force me onto my knees. I still could not see him but I knew his was standing right in front of me. I felt something poke at my mouth and I gasped, moving my head away. His grip on my arms tightened as he.