Malcolm tosses the pen on the desk and begins slowly turning the vial in his hands. “I could just skip all the bullshit,” he mumbles aloud. “Wha...’s the worst that could happen?”Of course scenarios of the worst things do run through his head. He could be forever changed into a woman. He could get in trouble for illegal human experimentation. He could lose his job. And who knows what else.“I’m sure I can come up with a reversal,” he thinks out loud.But would he be able figure out a way to lessen. My orgasm hadn’t had chance to subside and within seconds of teasing my clit I was squirting again but with greater intensity I couldn’t help screaming with pleasure. I lay on the bonnet of the car for at least five minutes, allowing myself time to recover. My legs felt so shaky, I didn’t think I’d be able to stand but had never felt so exhilarated and wanted to enjoy every sensation radiating through my body. Sweat was oozing from my body, a combination of heat from the sun and exertion of. He yelled at me:“I want my bitch there to be enjoyed by my black buddies, slut…!”Darnell slapped me across the face, as he grabbed my curly hair.I could feel his fresh semen still oozing out from my sore cunt and the bastard wanted to surrender me to his niggers. He looked really angry with me. He grabbed my neck and dragged me across the bed towards him. He pulled me across his lap.The filthy bastard pushed my head down towards the floor, so that my face was touching the carpet and my ass. A chill went up her back and Kitty eased back into the cottage. She told her self it was nothing and then she remembered the words of the old lady, which settled her some what.Kitty climbed into bed and was soon asleep. She dreamed that some one came in the cottage. Eased the covers back and gazed upon her beauty. She dreamed they ran there fingers through her hair. Over her full lips along her neck which was one of her erogenous zones.Kitty was becoming wet as the dream continued. The touch.