Or, as Pooty liked to put it, "He's alive, but he just don't know it yet!"Those that "knew it," in either case, had no choice but to change. Outside h...ppenings and inside happenings saw to that. And as someone changed, their personality changed, too. Or, as Pooty believed, their personalities.She knew, and she knew most people knew, people had more than one person hiding inside. They were pluralized. With dozens of personalities. Maybe hundreds. All being individually altered and changed by. Sarah led her by the leashto the waiting table. Gabby walked up to the table and settled back onit. The large purple cock strapped to her crotch stood ramrod straight."Up, bitch," said Sarah. Betty meekly climbed on top of her. "Down," saidSarah and Betty lowered herself on the shiny purple knob. She moaned asthe head penetrated her pussy. She kept going and she felt the cockthrust deeper into her pussy. It rubbed against her constrained cock andshe shivered with pleasure. Just as she was. One that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Her tongue pressed against my lips, pushing ever so slightly to separate them for entry. She was unwavering in her struggle to enter my mouth; I was weak from the alcohol. Soon, our tongues were doing battle with each other, slathering themselves with tentative then voracious exertions. She would push in, I would push back, our tongues clashed and skirmished for what felt like hours but in reality was only a few minutes. We came up for air,. Since we have our lunch sitting together, we used to chit chat a lot. During that time, Kumar’s hand and legs used to touch me. I thought those were unintentional and didn’t give much attention to it.But after few days, the touches started becoming more and more regular. Even during office hours, he will come and touch me with some of the other reason. But he never crossed his limits. Inside, I too loved it and didn’t express it to him. One day while we were having lunch, he cracked a joke and.