He was a new man. He knew when to reciprocate when it was expected of him. Fair's fair.He stuck his tongue out and ran it along the hairless groove of...her sex. He used it to tease the swollen flanges of her labia. He lifted his head up and kissed the opening to her sex. His tongue slithered up and dabbed against her clitoral hood.Any doubts on whether she liked that were answered swiftly as her body stiffened in pleasure and she clamped his head between her thighs."Oh yes," she sighed.She blew. In the end it felt like she was just doing it to amuse herself. She’d get bored and start slapping me. At that point she drove me to tears every time we met. It was awful.”“Didn’t you say anything?” I asked.“I ... kind of did, but she just said I was being a big baby, and ... other names.” She blushed. “She also did other things. Somehow she knew what buttons to push to get me completely flustered and ashamed, and, well ... When I complained, she just said that it made me wet ... Uh, I .... “Oh! Feel it! Feel the baby moving!” She took my hand and placed it on her swollen belly. I really couldn’t feel anything moving inside, and told her so. Her response was to lift the hem of her T-shirt and place my hand directly on her belly. I still couldn’t feel anything moving, but the silky feel of her slightly stretched skin was very sensuous.“Ah, yes,” I lied, “I can feel it now.”She gave me a funny look, removed my hand, and, tilting her head so she was looking at me from under her. .''''Just look at your tassels and those white feathers, gently touching the middle of your thighs, Paul. Your smooth skin, your six-inch heels, and then you are six feet.. '' the man pauses. ''And yet, I still manage to look you in the eye, Paul. Do you remember how you resisted the change with all your manly might?'' ''Yes..'' I reluctantly answer.''At first, you thought it was just another chapter of the BDSM game, Paul'' the Cajun affirms. ''So I had to show you how wrong you were. I.