I have never been a shy girl, and have always enjoyed pushing my limits and trying new things, even when I was younger and more constrained by age. Wh...en I was freshly 17, I used to live on a family friendly street with backyards that brushed up against each other and windows that could be peered into with the right angle and lighting. I liked to masturbate with my windows open, getting excited at the thought that one of the neighbours might hear me or better yet, see what I was doing to myself.. "Betty, are girls as sensitive to having their pussy banged as boys are to hits on their balls?" I don't know, Honey, but I am not interested in trying experiments to find out. Why do you ask?" It just dawned on me that Marlene might wear one or two Kotex pads over her pussy to protect her from accidents while we are sparring. I plan to wear my old sports cup over my balls and cock to protect me against accidents. Just in case, are there any Kotex or similar pads around here that Marlene could. He'd alwaysliked surprises.As he walked slowly towards that small group I intended him to join,his body began slowly changing. His transformation was an absolutenecessity for my scheme to succeed. He simply couldn't have joinedthem the way he'd looked before. He would have stuck out like a bigsore thumb.By the time he'd reached the halfway point between where he'd beenand where he was going, he was no longer recognizably himself. Buteven as pervasive as his changes had already been there were. ”My hands gripped the other side of the table and squeezed my eyes shut expecting the big man to hit me hard but when the swat landed it was no harder that Jack’s swats. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, “One Master, thank you.”“She knows how to play the game properly.” Mary said.“Do you count the swats as well Mary?” Wren asked.“I do, I don’t want Chuck to loose count and give me too many.”“Me too.” Wren added... Then I clenched my teeth to stop me swearing as the second swat landed. Again.