"Her healing seems to haveaccelerated your changes by quite a bit, Sam."Hearing that news, I tilted my head up so that I could look down atmyself. Th...re wasn't all that much that I could see, mostly because myeyes immediately glued themselves to the very sizable mounds on mychest. They were definitely not the little bumps that I'd seen in themirror that morning. "Oh." I'm so sorry!" Amy apologized, clearly thinking I would be upset.Forcing myself to not stare at my boobs, I looked back up at. Again andagain, matching the crop to his thrusts, he fucked her face and whipped heralready beaten puss. Her cries were muffled around his cock, and her body hadits own response, squirming and writhing in the bonds that held her as sheneared orgasm. Reachingdown with his free hand, he grasped her behind the neck, pulling her? head toward him as he thrust, a fairly lightblow directly on her clit making her cries sharper as her hips struggled torise. Again, a harder blow from the crop as he. Her hair, while white, was still lush and thick on her head and she wore it in a tight little bob cut.“So… What will my punishment be, Master Layla?” he asked, questioningly, looking up at her with his bright eyes.She looked back, smirking slightly, “Mm, your fate in my hands? Perhaps I should expel you. If only to see your expression.”“Very funny,” Kai said dryly.She grinned, “I know.”They walked in silence for a little through the quiet, mostly sleeping halls of the college, it seemed to Kai. So I confided to him that my wife and were there for the same reasons. So, there was a curious sort of camaraderie between us and some of these other couples; which was nice!Later, when I made my way back to our room, I paused for a few seconds to listen before going in. I could hear voices. Marta and Omar's, and though language was somewhat of a barrier, the universal language of sex seemed to suffer no mistranslation! In fact, as I stood there, I could distinctly hear Marta's voice, and it.