I slapped her again, this time as we both looked each other in the eye, and she slapped me back on my cheek, so hard it stung. I continued fucking her...and bent down and kissed her deep and hard, biting her lips hard, she biting mine back worse, and even my tongue.Eventually, I felt the pressure mounting in my balls. “Teri chuut mein hi karoon ki nikaaloon?” I asked, wondering if she would understand if I said “come in your pussy”, since that was hardly something you learn in night classes. She. Problem two: About half the sperm I created were crap. Either they were malformed, or lacking in certain parts. I just made bad sperm. Even if through some miracle I did spooge in a nice tight cunt, the stuff would never last longe enough to fertilize an egg.And Problem three: Thanks to my screwing around with my hormones earlier in my stupid teenage years, I ejaculated much harder than the average man. I always covered my lap with a towel before whacking off, since I knew from experience that. "Hey! Where were you yesterday' she asked as he walked up."I was sick." I missed you yesterday." I know, I'm sorry," he told her. "Let's have lunch today. I want to thank you for the other day."The elevator opened inviting them, and the 10 other people, inside. She didn't say or do anything but smiled as they were pushed to the back.She got off at floor 2 and he continued upwards to the 16th floor as usual. He walked into the office and sat down at his desk and like clockwork, Arnie came. No surgery could have done that to me. It was as if I had been born....... one.(contemptuous thought). So her mystic or whatever had cast some spell on me. But spells can be broken. Surely all I have to do is reverse it.Maybe killing Lisa will reverse it. Coz I would . Gladly.This spell had obviously changed my body. I had become a man trapped in a woman's body, but how can I explain the last few hours? I had knowingly and willingly changed my external appearance to be more in congruence with.