Shawn’s hand continued and lifted the necklaces away from Sheila’s chest. She gasped a tiny bit and locked her eyes onto his. “These look really...pretty on you.” He caressed her with the backs of his fingers as he slowly allowed the chains to fall back into place. “Thank you,” she whispered as she quickly reached for her wine. Shawn wondered why he did that. That wasn’t a voice, exactly. Intuition? A prompt? And again, he had that feeling of being watched. Sheila pulled his face to hers and. .. and I guessI was worried too because part of me thought maybe she would never let mechange back which was like my biggest fantasy and my biggest fear at thesame time.But Mom never said anything about what she planned or anything and I wastoo chicken to ask because I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Anyway after afew days I kind of stopped worrying about it for the most part because Ijust got used to it and by the time Christmas Eve came it had been likeabout nine or maybe ten days and I wasn't. I have to tell you the feeling was really amazing, the janitor was molesting my small package as I lay on his stomach, the fat principals tongue kept washing my bum hole sending chills down my spine each time, in my right hand I was holding Mr martins dick and wanking it as the Janitor was sucking on it. I cant explain how amazing I felt, how complete, I was their bitch and I loved it, I would do it forever if they would let me. Unfortunately the stupid phone rang, my poor bum hole stopped. I was 'Jerry, the super kisser.' I found out she wasn't able to breath through her nose. I guess I really took her breath away. You might want to ask or at least make the kisses short if you see this happening.I started kissing her neck like they do in the movies. Again, another mistake. I sucked too hard and gave her a hickey. For those of you who don't know what a hickey is I'll explain. It's sucking hard on her neck or other soft places that leave a bruise. Most women don't want hickeys..