Harold swings his arm back again and Marilyn protectively raises her arms in front of her tits. So, instead he simply slaps her across the face. He gr...bs both her wrists in one hand and holds her arms high over her head. Applying a bit of pressure backwards, he pushes her off balance and makes her tits to stick out. He winds up again and SMACK! he slaps her left tit hard. He can see her nipples are standing fully erect now and he lays into her left tit again and again. You SMACK! Fucking SLAP!. The DVD finished and the lights went up. "Well it's obvious the film has aroused most of the men," she looked pointedly at the still sleeping professor, and I suspect, most of you ladies are at least damp between your thighs." Lynn blushed, knowing she was more than damp. "No gentlemen, leave those pricks alone, you're going to have to wait a bit longer. Ladies, lie on a bed with your knees drawn up and as widely spread as you can, like the girl in the film. Give you partner the widest possible. Next thing I know, I am waking up, and I am her. I wondered if I wasstill dreaming. I had never had a dream like this before, but maybe itwas possible. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body. It feels so wonderful that I have to close my eyes to enjoy it."Okay, daddy. I'll wait for someone who loves me like you do," I whisper.I realize that if he ever said that he wants me, he needs me, I'm the one for him, I'd believe him. Because he loves me. Holy shit! I hope he doesn't understand it like that, or he'll never want to be around again. I pretend I'm falling asleep, but my heart is beating really fast and my breathing isn't as constant as it should be. The image of him leaning over.