He found the ecstasy of multiple orgasm. An hour later he was hot and sweaty so he decided to stop and take a shower. He wasn't sure if taking off th... bra and then putting it back on would be bad, so he decided to wash his hair in the bathtub. After the hair wash and sponge bath he decided to make himself look nice. When he looked in the mirror again his hair was longer, hips were wider, waist narrower, and his breasts were larger. He figured that the transformation would stop when the bra was. I regret that now,” Betty admitted. “My way isn’t the best way. If you got a benefit out of it just imagine if you had someone who wasn’t as flawed as me in charge?” Betty made her mea culpa and asked not for forgiveness but for understanding that she had made a mistake.“Real BDSM? Safe Sane, Consensual, Blah-Blah, Blah, you don’t think we’ve heard this lecture before about how we do it wrong? There is no BDSM bible of leather culture. Everyone just makes it up as they go. It works for us too,. I didn’t need to see where to go but it felt good that she really wanted my eight-inch meat inside her wet pussy. I pointed my cock towards that wet pink target and slid it in. She moaned a little as her cherry popped but that motivated me even more to go harder into her. My rock hard dick was fully into her and she was screaming with pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” was all she could say, so, of course, I had to oblige. I pulled out half way and then slammed deep into her, my balls. She thought. Trying to push aside nerves she pushed open the door and walked inside. The headmaster’s office was spacious; a pair of leather armchairs in front of a fire stood off to one side and an imposing wooden desk dominated the room. Books in glass cabinets covered most of the wall space on subjects ranging from the sack of Carthage to particle physics. Overall it gave the impression of wealth refined with age and taste. Cassandra could well imagine it being the study of some long dead.