People could change. ‘Keelin of Thorpe.’ I inclined my head and waited for the challenge to come, but he just stared at me, searching my face, for...what I did not know. Finally he sighed and spread his hands out, palms to me. ‘I do not challenge you today, I come with a question.’ I couldn’t help but start. ‘What?’ ‘Did you kill Francesco, the Roman champion?’ He seemed truly confused, perplexing me. ‘No, you did. When news of the fight reached us I was here. In two years they have not let me. I hoped that I didn't wake up mutilated, that is, if I was goingto wake up at all. After all, I was getting to know that she was crazy,and I wondered if my bollocks were going to have a bit of an altercationwith a sharp-bladed knife.Well, I did wake up. I woke up in her bed, or rather came to. I hadn'tbeen mutilated, as such, but I wasn't myself. In fact, I wasn't in myown body, I was in hers. And it was abundantly clear as I felt aroundthat she'd had a fairly lengthy session in my body fucking. It is difficult to invent a story when you don’t know what is going to happen.The week quickly passed, and it was soon Tuesday morning again. Mary woke up feeling very nervous, and she had not slept well. She checked her email and was relieved that there was no instruction from Bob about how she was to dress, just a time to be ready. She selected a blouse and a long skirt, with hold up stockings. She decided to risk going without bra and pants in order to please Bob. Her pussy was still very. I was in paradise. I played with my nuts, stoppingto regain my breath. The girls were cheering me on. Someof them were flashing their panty-covered pussies at me.I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to cum, either.I just wanted it to last as long as possible. I slid myfingers to the base of my cock, pressing the skin into mygroin, making my cock stand out farther. The girl sittingon the couch in front of me, Amy, grinned. I smiled back.Then I started stroking again, faster. I.