" Shifting alittle in her seat, she looked over at her companion with a keenintelligence in her eyes that not many people saw these days. "You sawhow ...hy and even embarrassed she was displaying her powers like that.I'd wager she's only recently manifested and is feeling lost and aloneright now with no one to talk with that really understands what she'sgoing through."Now it was starting to make a bit more sense, especially since thegirl's far more intelligent aspect of her persona was starting. Her skirt ended just under her perfect butt, I had difficulties to resist grabbing her body and pressing her tiny little butt on my dick. Instead of that I took the chance and had a few hard strokes trough my jeans behind her back.When we left the building, I realized that my neighbor wasn’t going to the park place like usually, but to the bus station instead. Her car was obviously at the service and she had to take a bus. Because of high heels she walked very slowly and it was obvious it. . One, Sir. Thank you, Sir."Waiting for the blow is worse than the blow itself I soon discovered. He did not beat me with a regular rhythm, nor did his belt always land on the same spot. And while I dreaded each blow, and my mind continued to worry about such things as whether my body would be marked or not, I found that the pain was greater. But then I discovered that, if I stopped anticipating where and when the belt would land, and simply accepted what was happening to me, when I reached. His pupils dilated, his breathing grew more labored, and he began to tremble. Finally, he croaked, "Unh, yeahhhhh," and his cock swelled even bigger; but by then I was past pain and the increasing size was only a weird sense of privilege.He came again. I didn't think I would feel it but the contractions of his balls were so strong I felt the jerks of his cock and I could imagine the boiling jets of semen pumping into the rubber. Over and over and over he ejaculated — damn, this boy was a jizz.