“No Dan. No one in this house will be having sex tonight.” Amanda said sternly, “Now, let’s just finish this game.” I looked at Annie, well ...ostly at her tits, but her face had a look of disappointment. Just like how I was feeling. “Okay,” I said, “But can the people who lose. Can they at least have to stay naked until this time tomorrow?” I said. Amanda thought about this for a while before saying hesitantly, “Well… okay. Only naked though. No sex.” She said.“No sex, gotcha.” And with that, I. ? she stammered.?Look, either you strip, or I start looking up people to send your sex tape too? I calmly told her. ?No!! I’ll do it.? She managed to stutter. Standing in her kitchen I calmly stood in front of her and waited for her to strip. Shyly she raised her arms and began to raise the bottom of her shirt. I’d seen her naked countless times but it was different. Her body quivered she as pulled her shirt above her head, revealing her slightly pale, smooth stomach and her dark blue bra.. I then remembered the claims of the SCi process. According to them the SCi device transferred all of your life experiences and memory, along with your soul, to the new body, but the host body retained all of its low level subliminal 'body' memories to allow it function normally. Without these the 'new owner' would be virtually useless and in an almost baby like state until it could learn how to co-ordinate its new body properly. Well, it seemed as if they hadn't been exaggerating because I was. “You wanted it. You wanted it then and you want it now. You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?” I whimpered as I stared up into his eyes, unable to look away, hypnotised by his intensity and the power of his words. I now knew why fauna became road kill statistics. I was acutely aware of the vested interest our audience had in watching this drama unfold before them in living colour and I squirmed in his grip with burgeoning lust and embarrassment. “Please. Don’t do this, Grant,” I.