“Now,” I said, “it’s time for your punishment, payback for my jaw.” I was now close to spurting as my penis was moving up and down, like a c...nductor's baton, in my excitement, each time touching her before dropping down again. I brought my hand down hard on her cheek making a delightful handprint on her skin. “Ow!” she groaned. “Remember Dad,” I said, "we don't want to wake him, do we?" And slapped her again. Now I am not a very big sixteen year old and realised quickly that I would soon get. They laid down his sleeping mattress and Tabby left first to shower and change. She came out in a long, Pale Blue, Shirt Sleep Dress. It was large, thin, translucent, side slits to her waist with a collar and front pocket. Her body shadowed through revealing her bare tits and a Chalk White Micro Thong, just a small strip barely covering her cunt seam. Chubby took his shower and came out in a bathrobe wearing the latest style men's boxers. The legs were as short as Jockeys with a front pouch for. She glanced down at her body, the doctor'smasculine physique long gone in favour of slender limbs with curves inall the right place, visible even beneath the ill-fitting man's suit.Her gaze returned to her reflection.And her expression shifted into a smirk.Feelings she had never experienced before ran through her body. Herpretty lips briefly formed into a scowl as she recalled the members ofthe committee who had laughed her out the door when she first shared herideas of a morality potion. Her. “Please, give me a chance. I guarantee you’ll enjoy my massage, or I will give you the refund!” He says. “I’m paying with a voucher.” You say with a smile.“That voucher is my top level massage, Madam.” He says. “I usually sell those at five hundred pounds each.”Your jaw drops. Five hundred? Your friends aren’t stupid. If they clubbed together to buy this, you realise, this guy must be good.You wave him in. “My name’s Steve, by the way.” He says, offering his hand. You go to shake it, but.