I felt between my legs as well and I couldn't feel my penis anymore. It was gone! I looked at Cam, "What did you do?" Darn it, now my voice sounded li...e hers did.Cam looked at the ground to the medallion. "The medallion must have done it. Quick touch it again."We both bent down and Cam groaned as her new penis got caught during the movement. I picked the medallion up and held it before me. Cam touched it as well, but nothing happened. I said in a near panic, "Nothing's happening. What are we. Its ok, it was also my mistake also, I would have knocked the door before entering… she replied.Actually bhabhi I have habit of coming out of bathroom like this at home and that day I had to left for office early. I don’t know if Ramesh has this kind of habit or not– i said. He is not so naughty like you –she replied. so you like my naughtiness –i asked I only said you are naughty, I never said I like it–she replied. ok.. Bhabhi please forget what had happened yesterday and what you have seen. I feel the heat of his bare chest on my back. The warmth of him makes me jealous. How can he be shirtless and warm, when I’m naked and freezing? His hands roam up my rib cage, sliding up to cup my breasts. My small, tightly beaded nipples press into his hands. He begins to knead them gently; my head rolls back, resting on his shoulder. “Do you like that, Mischief?” Mischief is always been a pet name, Master uses for me. It was a nickname he gave to me years ago, when we're simply as friends.. Sooner or later, she had to assimilate what was happening. She had to process it and come up with answers that could explain and justify. It was over, she was a new woman, her answers now had to last a life time. How would she deal with all this once the initial passion and euphoria wore off? And while Clem was deep in thought, Sarahs method for dealing with things started to become apparent. Her method of processing was to talk to him about it, endlessly. Clem sat silently as she talked and.