It is my boss, Bill Zane. No, my former boss. Then memories of my midnight meeting with him jerks me awake. I turn my head quickly and look at him.... Behind the mask, he smiles and says "It worked. The surgery was a complete success. You are now in her body. You are Carolyn Dawson."I try to move, but can't because I feel so weak. I try to talk and hear myself grunt as I try to form words. The other man says "Please relax. The surgery was perfect. And you are healing. Your new body. InnerWidth < 768 ) { $( ".navbar.navbar-inverse.navbar-fixed-top.visible-sm.visible-xs" ).css( 'z-index', '1' ); if ( window.history && window.history.pushState ) { $( window ).on( 'popstate', function () { var hashLocation = location.hash; var hashSplit = hashLocation.split( "#!/" ); var hashName = hashSplit[ 1 ]; if ( hashName !== '' ) { var hash = window.location.hash; if ( hash === '' ) { $(. He paused, and slowly ground his knee upwards towards my crotch. The stiff fabric of my jeans formed a point that stuck right into my sweet spot and as he moved his knee, my hips thrust gently towards him, and I gripped his back with a sharp intake of breath. I moaned a little as I exhaled slowly, and said, "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" He nodded, and again I took him by the hand down the street, looking for a public bathroom. He let go of my hand and slid his arm around my. Feeling it drip down my sides, feeling it fall gently from her perfect sex on to me. Completly submittting my self before her, allowing her to 'mark' me as no one else ever has. I truly am hers.When she got to the bottom, she seemed to bear down a bit, and put some pressure into her stream as it hit my hard cock and heavy balls. I reched down and held my dick at it's base to point it straight up, and gave it a few quick strokes before she lost her water. My fist slapped against my wet balls as.