I stared in sudden understanding that this was Christinestanding before me, who then winked and blew me a kiss.Opening the car door, he took my hand i... a firm grip andpractically lifted me out of the car. This is when Irealized how big he was. No wait; it wasn't Christineturned Chris that was particularly big, it was me! Withthis, the last of the mental cobwebs blew away and clarityrang. I was up on my toes but was not noticeably tallerthan before. If anything I stood a little shorter. Looking. The Voice was pleased that these men were not disappointed, but, ecstatic and craving more of the a****l. However, their time had expired for the day and they would need to leave.Now, The Voice had a big decision to make. Punishment or reward? While I lay exhausted in the cage, The Voice was planning my future. I did not know that The Voice was beginning to have feelings for me. He contemplated his next move carefully. Should he punish me by inflicting a degrading, dehumanizing filthy. "Dad ain't that big. 'Sides, he played trumpet. You can whup those guys." Seeeeeee," I whined to Jo, "She's doin' it again!" Well, baby, you just go home tonight and I'll have another talk with her," Jo said.It was getting late. "Okay," I said. "Had a wonderful evening." Then you just need to give me one more thing, dear," she said, swinging me around to face her. We kissed. I let my hands slide around her waist, feeling her softness."One more," I said."Okay. Just one."I left with my feet. Her vixen fights back. Unable to take the teasing any longer, her hands securely catch hold of his head, pushing him lower, raising her pelvis to meet his face. He cries out in shock and pain, as her nails dig into his scalp. “Taste my juices, you fucking bastard!” She astounds even herself, with the unfamiliar voice that has come from her body. “Oh now you’re going to get it.” He growls, wrenching her hands off his head. He fixes a domineering stare on her. She freezes, that familiar.