He felt an urge to rub his chest, and did so. Surprisingly, unlike thefirm pecs he was used to, he felt a lot of give! Quickly, he stripped offthe gow..., and looked in the mirror-window. His washboard abs, the productof many days spent in the gym, were smoothing out into a flat belly,while his pectoral muscles liquefied into... breasts? Panicking, hesearched downwards for his manhood, only to find it shrinking. He triedvaliantly to grasp onto it, but it slipped through his fingers, making. They then took it in turns to use their hands and the belt to spank my tits, thighs, and cunt. I was writhing and moaning, arching my back as the belt or hand came down on my tits and shaven cunt, crying out that I was cumming all the time. Yes, Yes, thats it you fucking bitches, whip my tits, whip my used cunt, thrash me, make me cum, I was shouting out. Aother women slapped me across the face. Tell us your a piece of shit, a piss drinking shit whore, she shouted at me. Come on, tell us, she. Before I had the second glass of wine half drank I was feeling rather warm and funny and asked to be excused by our two new friends so we could go outside to get some fresh air as the club was crowded and warm , or so I thought. As my hubby and I got up I didn't notice it right away but the other two men were following us. When I said something about this to my hubby he laughed and tried telling me they were leaving to go home maybe.As we pulled into our driveway I barely managed to keep my. .. who am I, really? It is clear that ... how do I put this, Mother is my mother for sure, but Father ... did not ... sire me at all. Why is that?” Elisabeth confronted her parents now.“I am ... sterile now, daughter, because of my own choices. See? I have no testicles, no balls. I castrated myself. So, yes, I have known from the outset that another man bred your mother with you. It was quite deliberate, and yes, I opted to raise you as my own. You are a grown woman now. It is time to face.