“Ready to wash up?” I scooped Sandy up and carried her to the shower without waiting for an answer, making her giggle with delight in response.“...od, yes! I’m yours in every way, forever, Master! Forever!” Sandy told me with several repeated kisses to the face.“Damn, baby girl, you are so full of enthusiasm!” I told Sandy as I held her tight to my chest and stroked her lovely hair, “yes, honey, you’re mine. Undeniably mine. My sweet slave girl.”“The same way that your wife is also yours, and so. Such reputations are very valuable things in New York.*** Angie dragged herself out of bed and got into the kitchen before Frankie got up. Then she took a quick peek at the bed and noticed that he wasn't there. By the condition of the sheets, he hadn't come home at all. Apparently, her 'dead fish' tactic was working better than the 'intimidating enthusiasm' one had. She hoped that nothing bad had happened to him- at least until _after_ they had swapped bodies again. Cheered by the prospect of. I'd got home from swimming training about 8am,my parents and older sister, Jane, had already left for work. This meant I had a whole day of relaxing round the house wearing whatever I wanted.I went upstairs for another shower, trying to get the smell of chlorine off my body. I soaped myself up and started running my hands slowly over my body - one of the benefits of swimming competitively was the need to be smooth all over (apart from a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair around my cock). The. Raymond retrieved his portable massage table from his car and set it up in John's family room. To John's surprise, he was quickly enjoying the massage much more than he ever would have expected. The warm massage oil combined with Ray's strong hands provided a level of relaxation he had not experienced in quite a long time. After a few minutes John felt so peaceful that he drifted into a dreamlike state. When he came back to reality he immediately noticed something was different. Raymond was.