Then she added water to her glass and four fingers of vodka to Benjamin’s. She leaned forward as she handed Benjamin his glass. ‘Enjoy.’ Benjami... sipped his drink. ‘That wine is past it’s prime.’ Francis nervously kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch. ‘It tastes fine to me.’ Benjamin gulped down another mouthful. ‘Patrick is a nice man. He explained your situation to me.’ Francis patted Benjamin on the thigh. ‘Patrick will be gone at least an hour. Let’s talk about you.’ Benjamin shifted. I shook myself out of my daze and, trying not to run, took the seat next to her. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a burgundy thong that hugged her pussy mound. Her hips creased as she sat, and my mouth watered at her feminine thickness. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were perky and perfectly shaped. Her dark nipples demanded attention. A large flowery tattoo like the ones on her arm and leg stretched across her torso underneath her breasts, accenting them perfectly.When I sat on the couch she. I was now experiencing, first hand so to speak, the helplessness and inferiority, as I judged it to be, of what it was to be female and I didn't like it one bit.All of this was forgotten as a completely different sensation started to make itself noticed to me. I was horrified as I felt a warmth and dampness starting around my new groin, for Gods sake, this was arousing me. My new body wept from the seemingly endless spanking (although in reality it had only been about ten times) and the utter. Gabrielle too, awakens new passions in me, as did Beatrice in Palermo, and I sometimes feel a whirlpool inside of me, churning and spinning my emotions and my bodily desire. When I come as I did just now, everything is clear. But as I return to my body, these demons awake and make me doubt what I know in my heart to be true. You took me to heaven today and I am humbled by your power and wisdom…’ Isabella fell silent, fearing she was not expressing herself clearly and concerned about Thomas’s.