He was gobbling up the pancakes as though he has not eaten in days. "How are the pancakes?" "Mmmm-mmm," he mumbled inarticulately. Jen smiled. "If ...this was magic, we could, say, get some occult books and try to figure out how to reverse it. What do you think?" John was watching his plate and with one hand playing with his hips, swiveling them one way and then the other. "I don't believe in that bs," was his answer, "But I'll agree to anything that'll get me out of this. I can't go back. He responded with afew light spanks that got me hotter than ever. Then he held me in place ashe rubbed my delicious globes, alternately spanking and massaging my sweetass. If I had a vagina I would have been dripping wet. Instead I wasleaking pre-cum in my cock pouch big time."God damn, that's a hot ass, girl!" he said with a spank. "You like beingpretty for me?"I looked back at him right in the eye and said "I love it!" my ass stillsquirming under his incredible touch."You want to be my little. He stood his ground, even when a mob of frantic friends and relatives of Bobby Taylor quickly surrounded him.But when Sammy came to stand before him, with her near mystical assurance that Bobby was alive and that she could find him, he wavered and finally relented. The volunteers would all be assigned to a member of the fire department engine crew that had rolled to the scene. The firemen would ensure that none of the civilians got themselves into trouble.When at last the sunrise clearly. Chloe had changed her clothes too. We headed outside to the waiting bus. The girl’s parents got invited, but they were going to drive themselves.Where the bus driver took us wasn’t one of my restaurants but was one of Elena’s dad’s. We had a reservation, and the place sat nearly deserted. When the maître di saw the girls, he got that look on his face that I knew meant he was going to try to bench us until we left.I got my phone out, got Elena’s dad on a video call, and went to the wait.