" But you left her there, naked and chained to the wall." No, that's not exactly correct. You see, I blackmailed Barrington into going to Arkansas. He...met with Sharon and they drove to a rendezvous point on a road called 'Graves End', and parked where the Observer had told Peter and I to go if we wanted to change bodies again. As you know, Barrington looks remarkably like Peter, and Sharon looks a lot like me. I was gambling that the Observer would see them and switch their bodies. It worked.. Behind him, as I watched, Danny stripped naked, cock bobbing when he bent to remove his shoes and trousers. Christ, the guy was hung! He had a ginger thatch around his balls and tool, but his meat rose appetisingly with a thick plum glans at the peak. Like me he was uncut, knob swollen to a thick bulb and free from his foreskin already. I felt my asshole twitch and grinned at him, making a mental promise to myself about later that night. He smiled back, probably guessing - rightly - that I was. Furniture was sparse but not overly so and the black and white colour scheme made for a minimalist look. Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room, just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and Thomas could see the over stacked bookshelves and the tall slim wardrobe that filled up the rest of the space."Nice place," Thomas said in a small voice, eager. I was wondering what it could be that wasn’t right and as I looked towards her sitting down in her chair, I noticed her pulling her socks off her feet. I was worried as to what was happening but in reality, looking forward to a fantasy of mine, becoming fulfilled. She had her shoes off so she could warm her feet on the portable heater, by her desk, but as she pulled her socks off and showed off her feet and toes I became a little antsy. As I made myself comfortable while peering behind the.