I love to lick them. Whenever I had an opportunity with women, I had not missed the chance of licking armpits. I used to cum many times just liking ar...pits.So back to the story. After applying soap to her upper body, it was time to apply it on her chut, ass, and legs. She did that, but I could not see her lower part as she sat on the stool. The lower part was not visible from the hole. She bathed for at least 30 to 40 minutes, and then she got up.Water drops were running down from her hair,. You know… in case the library staff comes by,’ she stammered. His face was pale white. ‘Oh god, I — are you going to tell?’ ‘What?’ Christi answered. ‘No! Why would I? I mean… pshhh… everyone’s got their… you know, their private stuff, don’t they? I don’t mind. Just thought you’d want to be more… private.’ ‘You don’t mind?’ he echoed her. ‘No,’ she said more firmly. ‘It looked like you were having fun, so hey… why not, y’know? None of my business. Hey — I’m Christi, by the way.’ She extended. ‘But surely,’ she thought, ‘he can't possibly mean he is going to demonstrate his toys on me. Or could he?’ Excusing herself, she headed for the kitchen to make up a tray up with some coffee and biscuits. All the while, her mind was racing and she wondered if she should dig out her credit card and have it ready just in case. After all, he was here to sell product, not satisfy her usual early morning secret cravings. Returning, she poured him coffee and took his brochure as he explained, that. However, while it may be ahorror story for the protagonist it's not one for the person who stealshis body and his identity. For them it's a tale of joy. This idea of thesame events having such different meanings depending on where you lookedat them from fascinated me, so I recast the tale from the other person'spov - not entirely successfully - and posted it here as 'The Tenant'.When I finished Zapper's tale, and thought about how relieved MarkThompson would be feeling, believing as he did that.