*That night I masturbated twice – once to vivid memories of a French peasant girl in a field wrapping her mouth around what felt like my cock, and o...ce to images and sensations of two Roman women ripping off 'my' toga and having their way with 'me'. Both times with the same result. Tissues stained black. Eventually I told the memories to leave me alone and drifted into a fitful sleep, full of sexual dreams. In the morning, in a half-alert state, I thought the genie must have been a strange. “Amy, what is going on love?” I asked “there is something strange, I know it”. She kept trying to change the subject but her reluctance to explain only made me push more. Finally she looked at me and said “Trigger has been a God send Jan” she said “he is my companion and my relief when I need it”. She was very red in the face. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Do I need to spell it out?” she said. It took several seconds for me to suddenly understand. “Oh shit. You mean? Oh no don’t tell me. That. “Fuck me” said the girl in the opposite stall “ have you been caned Meg?” “Shut up “ said MegFinally she wiped her bottom and returned to class.Nothing was said and Meg took her seat without a murmerMeg arrived home at the usual time . She had decided to tell her parents nothing of the events of the day . Her bottom was still smarting and well striped but the butterflies were still tickling her tummy and working downwards to her pussy. Sally Brown ,Megs mother was fresh out of a soothing bath. Kee-Kee, swap my soul with Rebecca's now!"The brass monkey got to its feet and scrambled over to Rebecca and removed her soul, her male body slumped down, pulling Jonathan nearly to the floor with her. It then ran over to the director's body and removed his soul putting his soul in her body and hers in his. The director got up, Jonathan tried to run but the director used his arm to grab Jonathan's wrist tightly."There is no escape until the show is over!" he snarled.The director forced Jonathan.