"What you saw yesterday was playing," I told her. "I think it's possible we could get Jill to play again. Maybe even to play with you, if you work on ...er real hard. But I think you can forget any ideas of making her a slave. She just hasn't the right mentality for it." Well maybe you can borrow Ronnie?" she suggested."I think we are getting ahead of ourselves," I said. "Another subject; you are on the rag now?" Well, I have a tampon in, but my period hasn't begun yet," she told me. "It will. She was wearing her black leather thigh boots and also a leather looking catsuit which had zips all over. Behind the door was a very small,low table almost like a milking stool about knee high with a hole in the middle which she brought out and told me to bend over and lie face down on. I got on and she helped adjust it do my cock and balls went through the hole. It was padded on top so was quite comfortable. My bum was now raised up in the air and she put a big pillow under my head. My ankles. Heck, I've seen herwith an Anaconda wrapped around her as she fed it some sort of meatymush. That girl has no fear of animals.[-][+][-]Kelly Anne's View[-][+][-]I simply can't believe my good fortune, you see, I have found completionin the man that I know as well as I do myself, all because of a programthat he ran. It switched our bodies and made us better than we werebefore. We both graduated from Graceland High School where I excelled ingymnastics and he excelled as a computer programmer. My. She was wearing cheap clothing, a top that was too tight for her, making her ample breasts swell under the light pressure, pushing her chest up and hugging her waist, jeans that were far too tight, and had been a comical struggle to try and get on in the first place, but, as a result, that clung to her hips beautifully, shaping her cheeks and following her soft legs down to her bare, twitching feet. I stroked her, pulling lightly on her dark hair. She rewarded me with a gasp, smiling. Her body.