He was pointing to the door, and she moved quicker than I’d ever seen, leaving me alone with my father, and Greta’s report of my cock-sucking hang...ng over us like a swarm of locusts. I looked toward my dad, but couldn’t look him in the eye. There was another moment of silence, when finally he said, “Adam, lets go down to my office and talk.” I wasn’t allowed in his office. I’d never even seen inside it. The door was always locked. The room took-up half of the basement (or so I. He wanted to cry out his pain but he didn't dare to. He'd done that once and had gotten a slap in return.Jan yelped as his orgasm came closer and closer, like it could burst through anytime and fill up his Mistress's pussy.Claire placed her arms on his shoulders and looked down. Only then did she comprehend what she had done, that moment when their orgasms hit at exactly the same time. "Oh My God, Jan, I'm so sorry!" she said as she withdrew her nails from his skin, the moment their release had. The girl had changed. She was different. Not substantially,not in any way he should have noticed - but she wasdifferent nonetheless. More distinct, more... herself.There was no other way to describe it. Her eyes haddeepened to a clear glacial blue; her hair shimmered likefine white silk. A thousand subtle alterations had takenplace over the last hour or so, from the tone of her skinto the smooth curve of her thighs. Almost as if she were...what? Transforming? No. Evolving? Closer, but not. They pushed four Ben Wa balls into her pussy and two up her ass. Then, they had her get dressed and they went down to the club in the hotel. She danced with those balls in her while they went around the room, pointing at her and telling their friends. By the end of the night, a dozen of them had paid me fifty dollars to take her upstairs and fuck her up the ass, the balls still inside her. At the end of the night, they made her push the balls out of herself by squatting and contracting. The.