The otherwomen wanted a turn, so she let me up and I was draped over another woman?slap. (Smack, smack, smack) I started to struggle and she then aske... for a hairbrushand said you are a very naughty boy who will be real sorry in a minute forstruggling. She raised the hairbrush high and (smack, smack) started to spankme hard, I started (smack) to call (smack) them all bitches and (smack) to letme go. Then I said (smack) I was sorry (smack) for speeding (smack) and callingthem bitches, but the. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror to the right of her bed: My skin was blacker then the night, the wings of a bat were proturing from my back, the horns on my head were at least thirteen inchs long, and finally I saw it my cock was longer and thicker then the horns on my head. With a snap of my six inch fingers her clothes vanished in an instant. She seemed speechless, as if she had expected it for years.I picked her off the bed, amazed by the strenght I possessed. Positioning myself. She caught that I was staring at her. She adjusted her saree, gave a serious look and walked back. She was in my dreams. I couldn’t get her out. I used to imagine having sex with her. But this was not working out. I know she is married and I cannot have sex with her.This feeling turned into regret. I thought of saying sorry to her. The day came, I wanted her husband to leave the house. Hearing the noise of his car going away, I went to her home and knocked on the door. She asked me to enter. She lowered her voice. "I was only hoping for a kiss."Laura's eyes burned into hers. "We can't stop with a kiss." I know. God, I'm so wet," Randi said, under her breath."Me too." Maybe we could go in the restroom." Not very private."Randi came closer, eyes smoldering. "Laura, I never met anybody like you. I want you. I'd do anything to have you right now." Me too. I want you like crazy," Laura said.She thought of the hotel across the street, where she and Yvette had once nearly torn each other.