Everywhere. “Look what you’ve done,” I said pinching her bruised cheek, “Didn’t your Daddy ever teach you any manners?” I plunged back...into her throat, squelching and sloshing through all that her gagging brought up. In, out, in, out. More vomit arose, but she couldn’t splutter it out anymore. Every time my cock slammed the back of her throat I heard a moist smacking sound, and I fucked it faster so that the moist smacks reverberated in rapid succession, as of someone furiously clapping (a. ." I'm not talking about Wanda and my father."Here it is. The dreaded "You know what you did." I'd heard stories about this, too."Jill, I don't know what you're talking about." This morning. In the bathroom. Jack, I got the idea you were embarrassed to have me in there with you." Oh. Yeah, I guess you're right. Unsure, maybe. Or uncomfortable. Jill, I don't know what's right and what's wrong here. I've always been told that using the toilet is a private thing. Make sure you close the door,. Pam was the same but we did our best to tidyourselves up.It was late when we got back to hotel; Tom and Jerryhad gone to bed according to the barman. Heading offup the stairs I realised what a slut I had made ofmyself today and tried to avoid looking Pam in theeyes as we got to our floor.“You ok?”I looked at her as she nodded, “Yea, I am ok, I justfeel guilty is all.”“Don’t feel guilty. I have never had so many orgasmsin my life.”I laughed when she said. And then, as abruptly as it began, the pain subsided and was gone."What the hell ..." he started before grabbing at his throat startled by the breathy feminine soprano voice coming from it.Another surprise awaited him when he returned to the mirror. "Holy fucking shit!" he heard his new soprano voice swear. From all the pain he'd just endured and having heard his bones break, Jerry had expected to see his face bloodied and swollen, as if he'd been mugged and beaten in some back alley fight. .