Actually 'shattered' was the wrong word. 'Exploded' was a betterdescription of what happened as a ball of light burst from thefigurine and bowled them... all over. When they came to it soon becameclear that wasn't all it had done, that the boys had swapped bodieswith the girls."Do you remember your line?" Simon asked, bringing her back to thepresent."Of course I do," she said. "It would be pretty difficult to forget'I'm not a member of Duran Duran', even for me." Then as long as no ancient magical. Right from the first spank, I was gasping with the strength of his smacks. Every single one hurt!Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!‘Keep your legs still!’Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!I couldn’t help it! I was kicking my legs as the heat built up in my bottom. Sighing, David locked my legs down with his own and, if anything, as he warmed to his task, he increased both the power and frequency of the spanks.Smack, smack,. ... quiet”... there was a suggestive tone to the concierges voice.“That’ll be fine” I said, and within less than a minute we had our keys and were in the lift to the top floor. The room was at the other end of the hotel, away from noise and ‘interruptions’ – why that became an advantage, I’ll tell you later.We walked in and Tracey made a bee-line for the loo. “I’m burstin’, Rog!” she called as I heard her pull her knickers down in a rush, plonk herself on the seat and a noise not unlike. The oil would be applied by pulling my foreskin up but choti mausi was going on pulling it down. It was pleasuring and my dick grew harder. But after sometime I felt pain and signaled her. She took some more oil and started giving me a hand job. But the pleasure was short when kaki called her to the cot.Badi mausi came near me with only her petticoat; her mammoth boobs bouncing making my cock bounce a bit. The irritation was only thing which kept my little dick from going very hard. Badi mausi.