She literally was keeping me sane, despite my captor's intentions. I understood how Candy was supposed to have been the final blow to my resistance, h...ving found myself unable to resist my drug induced animal desires overwhelming me all the time.After Candy had laid down on her own bed to sleep, I began my probing of her mind to find out who she really was.Candy at one time had been a little girl named Melissa Jane Prett. She had lived in a big house with her parents and older brother and. Irealized that the bulge I felt pressing against me was my brother's erectpenis. I giggled to myself."Attention please," said my former grandmother, she was standing at a micstand, "There seems to have been some kind of 'mind swap'. I forinstanceam, the host, Eddie Carter, but now I'm my wife's mother!" She beganpointing to my original body, "And my wife has been placed in the body ofour son! So I ask you to, calmly find _your_ former body, and, I don'tknow, start talking with that person or. I turned around, saw a middle-aged man, looking rather fit, and like an ordinary guy watching the action my older friend and I were providing. He stepped back out of the way and then back into the booth where we sized each other up. Holy shit, I thought to myself, this is just as I read on Glory Hole Guide. I lowered my gaze to the bulge in his jeans and wondered if I could reach out and start rubbing his package. I hesitated a second and this second patron seemingly read my mind as he began. That was what the punters expected and what they were paying for. The art of it was in making the sex as watchable as possible. And this meant that it had to be entertaining, fully visible and as shocking as possible. There was no sexual act she could think of that she wouldn’t do, as long as it left no marks which might appear in later performances in her shift. She would have sex with one man, two men, several men. Equally as much, she would have sex with an equal number of women. Her arse.