Another muted scream escapes her. The uncontrollable shaking and convulsions return, but he doesn’t stop. Three more quick strokes balls deep to pre...pare for what’s next.He pulls out of his epileptic kitten and straddles her ass a little higher. He spreads her cheeks with one hand. With the other, he guides himself towards her star. She’s still shaking, and he knows that it's time. His dick, wet with her desire, is shoved deep into her asshole.Another muted scream of pleasure. She tries to. And today wasn't even the thirteenth.##Next morning I went to school in a highly nervous state. I was wearinggirls' jeans. And not just that, but everything was girl clothing. Theunderwear and the tights were really cutesy, since I was nearing theend of my supply. It was urgent that Mom do some washing soon. Thesethings were ones that I'd not wanted to wear before. I was anxiousabout what the others were going to say about the horse on my chest.With any luck nothing.What I really didn't need. I soaped all over my breasts and my wiener; I also made sure to wash my hair and scrub around my buttcrack. I had a quick wank before knocking the shower off and wrapping myself in a towel. I got dressed excitedly, before grabbing my bag and collapsing onto my bed. I only had two hours to wait.After what seemed like an age, the alarm I had set went off, even though i didn't need it due to the amount of times I had checked the clock, and I headed out the door.I got a cab over to Emma's hotel. A. Andrew Halliday was going to suffer an embarrassing punishment, just as Claire had all those years ago. The young teacher began to bring her spanking implements that she rarely used at school, home, hiding them in the spare bedroom. Claire smiled as she thought about the tall, muscular young man. She had to admit that I was very attractive, but she was really going to enjoy springing her surprise on me.It was midway through the week-long job of re-wiring Claire’s Grandmother’s home, changing.