Childhood trauma could do that to you. For some reason that morning was different. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym. “The gym, am whipping I kidding myself” Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. He’d lost Bondage Sex weight. Not just a spanking tiny bit...a caning lot! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he wasn't mistaken, he’d definitely put more muscle on. His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That couldn't have been true though, right? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual Bondage powers. Shrugging his shoulders, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to take his drawstring shorts. At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting weights he never though he could, with energy he never thought he had and with a focus he’d never experienced. But it was when he finished his second set of weights, his focused changed. Like a dog catching a scent Aarons head whipped up. I gave her a runway turn and blew her a kiss, which made her smile and giggle a bit. Another howl hits my ears. I mean, the whole point of 'thou shalt not commit adultery' is so caning you don't make babies with someone other spanking than your spouse, right? It had me moaning and groaning. I'd left this proxy in my father's office Bondage after I discovered about the Lodestone hidden in Faerie two weeks ago. My lover's rump clenched, butt-cheeks squeezing about her mother's digit. Her whipping fingers slid easily higher, lubricated by the steady trickle of vaginal goo that glistened on my tan, well-toned legs. He met Ashley's eyes, deep brown pools that reflected his own. “You're going to make Mommy cum!” Bondage Sex she moaned. The sounds of her gagging as I hit the back of throat scared me, until she moved closer to get more. If he did, he'd come back to a ruined house.