She looked down at her right-hand desk drawer, her ‘secret stash,’ as she referred to it. Even though the door was locked, Meagan instinctively lo...ked around her suite to be sure no one was around, and pulled a key out from underneath the desk blotter. Trancelike, Meagan put the key in the drawer and opened it up to view what was inside.Meagan had been blessed with an abnormally high sex drive and her ‘secret stash’ contained some of her favorite sex toys - dildos, vibrators, plugs, lube -. You cannotresist. You have...no choice. See the swell and shape of her breasts.See how her nipples stick out. Imagine what they feel like. Imagine howthe rest of her body feel when she touches them."It was as though a switch had been thrown. I felt that I was a passengerin my body. "Breathe." This is real." Her voice was inside my head. "Listen and feel my presence. Your stomach istighter...tighter...smaller...more compact...feel my words shape yourbody. I am your will and I am in total. In her new body she was very ... ordinary. It would be hard for a witness to describe her to a crime sketch artist because there is so little that is memorable about her face. It was almost featureless, even though her smile was so bright it could light the entire room. Angela’s figure was average, not great, but not bad. Her breasts were far larger than the ones she had as Angela, and when she pressed them hard against me, she instantly knew that Mr. Johnson recognized her and stood up to. I got out of bed and walked down the hall to his room, I opened the door and it was dark, he was sleeping and I didn’t care. In a low, but stern voice, I called, “Brian…Brian, wake up.” He mumbled something, realized I was in his room and sat up. “Amanda, what’s wrong? What time is it?” I didn’t want him to have the chance to think of an excuse so I dove right in. “I know you have been taking my panties! I know its you so don’t try to deny it!” “What? What are you talking about? It’s not me, I.