"How about some coffee?Need to perk you up it seems." She smiles widely as she skips towards thekitchen.Darcy yawns and follows her into the kitchen. ...Sure," she looks towardsNathan's door, noticing it's shut. She steps back over to it. "Nathan? Doyou want any coffee?" she says after a light tapping. She finds the doorlocked and knocks a little louder. "Sweetie, the door's locked. What'sgoing on?The door cracks open, enough to reveal Nathan standing just behind thedoor in a pair of shorts.. "You would really try and punch this pretty face?" Tim said as Beckylooked up at him.Suddenly, Amy came running down the corridor, "Don't you dare touch mybeautiful body Becky!" she screamed"Hang on a sec." Tim said as he figured out what was going on, "Soyou're Becky." He confirmed as he looked at his old body."How, how could you beat me?" Becky spluttered as she got to her feet."Like I told Amy before. It's my soul that is strong, not my body. Nomatter who I am, I will always be able to beat. Her blouse was open, her tit out of her bra. This old man was sucking on her tit much to the amusement of the others gathered about the kitchen table. My new acquaintance, Rudy; a.k.a. – Wiley Coyote; nudges me bringing my attention to the far end of the table. Fortunately we are looking past her head toward her feet so I did not suffer ocular trauma. There, at the end of the table, stood the woman with that horrid voice. Screaming her instructions, no; her demands. . She never tired of it, cock and balls, balls and cock. I didn't mind, I was almost as fascinated with the k**'s godly phallus. She would keep "master's cum" in her mouth for hours sometimes taking little swallows to make it last, or let it remain in globs on her face until it eventually dried. During these times she would parade around the apartment with her cum facial, doing mundane things, cooking or doing laundry, while Darin and I would chat or play guitars or just nap until we could get it.