I can tell you it was a very long time since that had last happened to me, so it was lovely to see and feel the power of a man once more as I held and...controlled him in such an intimate way.Things weren't over yet though, because my innards were literally crying tears of frustration at not being filled by you. So you ignored your own mess, and dropped to your knees in front of me. You pushed my skirt up to my waist, and pulled my tights and pants all the way down to my feet, then pulled me. I do not know how long I stayed like that but I heard her voice giggle softly. I ran my fingers down my face, only it was not my face. I didn't have my stubble, I had smooth cheeks, my hair was long and soft, my lips plump. I ran my fingers down my body, I found soft fleshy curves, proud breasts with stiffening nipples instead of my hard chest. I felt a tingle run through my body when I rolled those nipples, and something downstairs didn't get hard, it got warm, and it got wet.I opened my eyes. ”Tom invited her and quickly sized up the attractive package she presented. Her red hair was being worn down to where it was almost down to her mid-back. Rachel was wearing a black satin blouse which had two more buttons unbuttoned that you would expect to be buttoned. The edge of a black bra was evident. The tight white slacks she was wearing fit her like a second skin.Placing the pizza on the coffee table she bent over from the waist giving Tom a tempting view of her nice ass.She said, “Do. She reached into a sideboard and withdrew an album, “would you like to see the pictures?” she placed the big album on the table, and they sat, to peruse the rather graphic and well-thumbed pages. “The first set were taken” she said, “by my Ernest, as I was used, the second lot he took on the Monday night of the marks I was left with… just hickies but Ernest loves them says it proves I have been used” She flipped the pages 6 or7 into the album to pictures of her throat, and a breast both well.