My mind had simply refused to recognize what else it was seeing.Impossible!I couldn’t believe it, refused to accept it, but the proof before my eyes...was undeniable. The thing which had once been a gun slipped from my slender, limp fingers.There were tits! Big ones. The kind of soft, pillowy boobs you absolutely want to see when you’re staring down a girl’s dress. Perfect, bountiful cleavage that you could dive into all day long, with that lovely cream colored complexion accented by the faintest. .. and shethreatened me." Martha?" he prompted.So: that was the name that came with this body."What the hell is this?" Matt asked."You don't remember?" Remember what?" You volunteered for the experiment," the man began, but Mattinterrupted him."No I didn't. Wait... what experiment?" The sensory deprivation experiment," the man said, anxiously removinghis glasses and polishing them momentarily."Sensory..." Matt spread his hands. "Firstly, no I didn't. Secondly,that still doesn't explain all this. .''yes Sir''. You hold my face and bend Yours to mine and kiss me. Slowly, passionately and long. Your tongue tastes sweet from the wine, and probes my mouth as if seeking out all the secrets I could never speak. Letting go of me You step back, ''Undress for Me''. This is it, my chance to prove myself beyond words on a computer screen. Looking down, I step out of my sandals and begin to unbutton my jeans. ''Don't look down. Look at Me'' you command. Raising my eyes, I look directly at You. She giggled and tucked her breast back in the cup. "Guess I shouldn't do that out here. Just wanted you to see. I love the way you draw. Feel free to draw me anytime."She gave my bulge another squeeze. "Thank you for this, by the way. That's some compliment." M-m-my pleasure," I managed to stammer.She giggled again. She had a very musical laugh that came from somewhere in the back of her throat. We were sitting close on the bench and the sun was beginning to set, but I didn't want her to leave..