Then, I ran both hands flat over the back of my neck again."Jesus, where is it?" I grunted as I continued to explore the back of my new body.My hand t... slide further away from the base of the neck looking for and opening, a way out, but it was one continuous piece of skin.The skin was smooth and soft -- and quite warm. With that, my heart started to pump harder. I had to get this thing off; I couldn't let anyone see me like this. Panicked, my hands raced faster over the back of my body,. I found a route that kept me away from main roads, and changed into my dark suit, shirt and tie at the office. There were a few other cyclists in the company and we had taken over one of the disabled toilets as a changing room. We had no disabled staff on our floor and, being the boss, I sent out a memo condoning the use 'while there are no staff requiring the facility working on the tenth floor'. At fifty-four I was the oldest cyclist by a mile, it got me a few odd looks, but, once I started. . I was rock hard seeing my Mother in Law Jean hanging,, suspended on this terrible torture device..and COMPLETELY NAKED....She struggled and yelled ,,, i had to gag her to keep her pleas and screams from being heard outside....there she hung,, i got the camera and took her picture from all angles..tears streamed down her face.. Still i left her there... I put the camera down and pulled my cock out,,, i showed it to her as it dripped pre cum... I wipped it on her cheek she shook her head no . I was convinced they would get along as they were so similar in every way.Sally was getting to know me and my little quirks and even discovered that watching me sniff her panties actually turned her on so a definite win/win situation there.Evenings were relaxing where we would just lounge about wearing next to nothing, another reason why she would fit in with Lisa is that is how it is with her, another win/win situation. Sally was a tad nervous although they had spoken on skype and seemed to.