Only I was not me, I was Mary. I was wearingthe same outfit she had on that day. I moved and laughed and talked likeher. When I caught my reflectio... in the window Mary looked back. Thestrangest thing is it felt right, normal, satisfying. Like I was who Ishould have always been. The rest of the weekend I spent as much time asI could with Mary. I coveted her being. By Sunday night I found myselfcopying her movements when I was alone. In the bathroom I would place myhand on my chest and. I chuckled. "The three of you present a good argument for stretching ourboundaries. I'm sorry to hear that the cheap hooker look is not the normthough," I laughed, "but I'm sure we could find a way to make his dressingup a provocative and stimulating experience."I clapped my hands on my thighs, took a last sip of tea, glanced at thehourglass, and sadly informed my guests that I had things to do, people tosee, places to go, etc.. They had dropped by unexpectedly; they understoodand graciously. I could see their huge bulges growing more inside their swimsuits.Ana did not seem to know which would be first. Suddenly she pulled Maurizio’s suit down and a huge eleven inches flew out. It was very thick and already had cum oozing out of its swollen head. She bent over and slowly licked all the way to the tip of his cock to tease him. Then she turned her attention to Giancarlo. Ana pulled his swimsuit off and a massive nine inches hard cock sprung out. It was fucking wider than his mate’s,. We reached the bed, and he leaned down and unhooked the chain from my collar. The bed was huge, Gothic in its dark wood and posts. Leather straps hung from the corners. “Wait,” he commanded. Instinctively, I knew the rules. I knelt, legs slightly parted, my head down, arms at a ninety degree angle, palms up. My need to please him was overwhelming. From this position he could see my shame, he could see the desperate need between my legs. He knew the power he had over me, my treatourous body that.