I would never dream of any of those men and certainly never about Dennis. He was the worst!" She'd shot to her feet, standing akimbo.Jerry smiled gent...y, "If I told you that, I must have been insane. I've missed it, and I need to hear it. In my sleep, I'd pressed up against you. I was having a pleasant dream and you woke me saying something like, "No, Dennis." What was that all about?"Jenny could feel her face blush, then flushed, "You were holding me and having a good dream?" She looked. Men dressed in costumes lay moaning on the ground clutching their wounds. One crewman was holding down a screaming woman on the staircase, her dress pushed up around her hips as he thrust into her. A surreal sense slowed Jillian's perception of time when they passed them, like a horror movie shown in slow motion. For an instant that felt like minutes, her eyes locked to those of the woman being violated. Jillian finally had to shut her eyes against the broken, pleading gaze.Bouncing up the. She paddedover to the mirror and looked admiringly at her - at Amber's body.'Well, in many ways it was tempting to see if Amber would be willing totrade bodies and lives,' she thought, 'but I love most of my own lifetoo! I'm rich, have a great job, my income from all sources is 500,000a year, I drive a hot car, I have the respect of my peers. True, I'mnot handsome or sexy and my wife is divorcing me. But the pluses faroutweigh the minuses.'She closed her eyes for a moment, then continued. So many, so many, she thought as her Master led her around, her view constrained, her body shaking visibly, almost missing the signal to stop, a soft tug on the leash. She went down onto her elbows, her forehead touching the cold floor, and spread her legs wide, feeling the eyes of all those strangers on her, on her ass, on her cunt, on the rope splitting her down the middle. She could see more now, from between her legs. She was inside a coffee shop, and her head swam at the thought of it,.