But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s...advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned nothing of my style you will only be perhaps disappointed. Further and further he slowly pushed the rock hard penis into me. I didnot want this but was helpless to prevent him entering the body that Inow inhabited. He started to thrust. I looked pleadingly up at his facelooking for mercy but knew that as a male I would have shown none andwould have used the female below me for pleasure. He was doing justthat, thrusting in and out. I started to feel pleasure in my groin butbefore the pleasure was completed I felt him ejaculate into me and thenslump. It was medium crowded for a Tuesday night and he had his choice of seats. He sat down next to a woman about thirty-five. She was pretty and she had a very good figure. She was dressed in a pants suit and she carried herself like she knew what she wanted out of life."Hi, new in town?" she asked as he sat down."Yep, just in town for a few weeks until I get this job done and then I'm back to Dallas."The woman looked at him for a few seconds, "That's not a Texas accent that I'm hearing."He smiled. There weren't any. Was that a good thing? She looked at the time, two in the morning. No point in ringing now. Damn, nothing she could do. She could sleep, or at least try to. She tiptoed into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine, drinking it in a few swallows before she took herself back to the bedroom.George was fast asleep and somehow that changed things. When he was awake she was the hostess, the analyst, the puller of strings, but now he was asleep and she was at a loose end, off duty,.