This made me jerk backwards, but she already had her other hand behind my ass, so I didn’t go very far.She slapped it again and I gave out a little ...groan. “Oh you like it do you?” she asked while starting to laugh again. When I didn’t answer she grabbed my dick at the base and slapped the head, repeating her question, “I said….” slap “Do…” slap “You…” Slap “Like it?”Part of me did enjoy it and wondered where this might lead, while the other part of me wanted to feel her soft lips on me. "What?" She asked again, poking my arm."He was thinking he might have to use your blood or his if he couldn't find anything else," the old man repeated through his laughter. "One problem with that though ... the blood has to be of a specific kind." What, either of our blood would work though?" Ilesa still hadn't seen it, so I decided to get it over with."Virgin blood," I said more forcefully than I'd wanted. "The only kind of blood that would work as a substitute is the blood of a virgin." The. The rest of the class period was spent going over the songs he hadchosen. None of them made me feel like they would give away my secret ifI had to sing them for an audience, but that didn't mean that I would besafe. I knew that I was going to have to be very careful, but I thoughtI could get away with being the lead on one or two of the songs. I stillthought that it would be helpful to get Jane to sing some of the songs,but I wasn't sure that Mr. Benson would let me.It still didn't make me feel. Then the full implications hit herand she said, doubtfully "then... you must really be Bob?" Shespoke to Bob's reflection in the mirror, totally awestruck byher own reflection and unwilling to turn away from heridealized self for even a moment."That's what I've been trying to tell you," he said softly."But... you're a woman... you look like a woman... are you?"she looked more closely at Bob's image in the mirror.He nodded, and said ruefully, "Completely. At least I thinkso." Then... let me get.