Peter stepped up the force and speed to what he figured would be a suitable punishment but still Corinne made no effort to move but her moaning was tu...rning into grunts and hisses. He turned his attention to her pussy itself finally bringing a real reaction from Corinne as she started to squeal and cry out with each smack and her fluids began to pour from her vagina soaking the whip as she reached orgasm. Peter continued to whip her quite hard now as Corinne struggled to stay in position, after. ......?Oh my God....I quickly took (almost ripped) my turtle neck off. I saw my satin bluebra...still with the water balloons in there. What a damn relief! At least thosearen't real!"!!...Thank God!" I yelled.But then my waist narrowed even more...I had a very minuscule waist. Now I had REAL curves! Like some super model!Then I watched stunned as my shoulders narrowed and my rib cage got smaller.Now my figured looked rotund, curvaceous and feeble.The muscles on my arms and legs. Riya quickly looked up, startled by his voice, and looked back once again, taking her time, this time. When she looked back towards Joginder, she shook her head. “I don’t know.” Her voice was barely audible.He chuckled. This confident, bubbly, teasing bitch was intimidated and dazed! His laughter made her to look down once again. “Look up,” ordered he, at once, “into my eyes.” And she followed, but averted her eyes after a second or two.The view he had was so kinky that he feared about his. " My Toy?" she interrupted. "When did 'Mr. Meat' become 'My Toy?'" Rebecca Tomaslovic stopped in the middle of the hallway and faced me, her hand about an inch from the toy in question, my meaty hand around her slender wrist. She had a dazzling smile – even with the one tooth not perfectly straight – and her eyes were like ... hell I don't even have words for it. Liquid intensity is the closest I can get. The pupils were real big and she was staring at me, as if she could bore little pin holes.