.."The only conclusion I've been able to draw, crazy as it sounds, is that somebody or something is turning men into women. Given the current state of...our technology, the only thing that could do that in the kind of scale necessary would be magic!"The old man looked at Harold. At least he wasn't laughing out loud. "If someone or something was using magical means to transform men into women, that would solve your conundrum. But you'd still need to explain WHY they or it would do this, wouldn't. The word was almost his new nickname, at least in her mind. Her: Sir, I’m really busy. It’s tax season, remember? Please. That should piss him off. Which is what she wanted, but she immediately regretted thinking that. And the text. Frustrated, in nineteen different ways, she sighed heavily. She needed to come. But she also needed him. Needed to smell him, needed to feel his arms around her, needed to feel loved. It was starting to scare her.Her phone buzzed again. She knew it. Other times, I watched fights between women in which the competitors would try to strip their opponent and win points by groping them and pleasuring them. The winner of the fight would then fuck the loser with a strap-on in front of a cheering crowd.Witnessing the pleasure and the humiliation on the face of the loser in person was a rush like no other that I had ever felt. The pure dominant sexuality of the winner ravaging the loser was also extremely appealing to me. After coming home from. It was time to up the ante. I unfolded the belt once, doubling its length, but still folded.I wound up further this time, and as I uncoiled, you could hear the belt swishing through the air.Crack!“Aaaauuughh!” screamed Allison, trying to pull away from Stacy’s grip.I rubbed her now very hot ass cheek, and waited… and waited… and was just about to get angry when I heard it.“Tha-... thank you… Daddy… fuckkk…” I could barely hear Allisons voice, but it was enough for me.David and Trent just.