As I ran that morning, I remembered my previous life and all the loneliness I had endured. I vowed to myself, that if there was a way I could ever hel... anyone else from suffering that same cruel fate, I would. Then, shaking off my lethargy, I looked to the dawn of a new day, and thought to myself, "It's been a hell of a week since I woke up as Michael Wagner! I wonder what the next one will hold?"Monday, May 24, 1971After my run and a quick shower, I headed for the Dining Hall. For some reason,. She walked into the kitchen and quickly retrieved three beers from the fridge. She quietly made her way through the living room and back into the den, closing the door behind her. Again, they played until she had the eight-ball lined up and ready to sink. Finally, she thought. I’m finally gonna get a break. But as her stick hit the cue ball she slipped, and the eight-ball found it’s was into the wrong hole. Damn, she thought. As Tim began to rack the balls again Barb made her way to. When Jilda stopped I was allowed me to stand up, that;s when Lydia ordered me to remove Jilda's blouse and skirt. Jilda's body was magnificent and a testimony to the hours she invested in the gym. Soon she was clad only on bra, thong and heels, she and kissed me again. "Melissa, I want you to lick her pussy," Lydia commanded. So I knelt in front of Jilda and slid her thong down. She gently placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed me into her crotch, I then placed my lace gloved hands. Once she was satisfied, she removed several plasters from the pack and placed them over the few small cuts that had appeared on my bottom from the strapping and caning. She smiled over at Nicola, before running her large right hand over my bottom, over my inner thighs and touching my semi-hard cock. The forty-three-year-old woman stroked it gently with her large hand, before working her way down across my balls and then back to my cock once more.“Time for your birthday treat, Dear.” She.