I wasn't sure howI felt about making it permanent though. "Well," I thought, "she askedme to trust her and I am going to!" I was quiet as she led me...into theshower and told me to stand there for ten minutes. I did as she askedalthough, by the end of the time, my arms were tired from being heldstraight out and my skin was tingling fiercely everywhere.Finally she turned on the shower and instructed me to rub all the pasteoff with a washcloth. As I slid the cloth up my leg, wiping away. Shouldn't it be 'your skin, ma'am'?" As you wish, ma'am. You're skin..."She stepped into the skin. It was like a jumpsuit, opened on the front.It was wet with blood inside, and felt like sliding into water that wasexactly body temperature. It grafted onto her legs and upward, until hergroin felt the familiar but unwanted sensation of male genitals. Upward,sealing across the belly, compressing her breasts, and finally like ahood of flesh, the face slid over her, leaving only her eyes as her. The taste was a potent mix of salt and musk and my throat contracted involuntarily, gulping down the clumpy slime as if to drain every drop from the swollen glands buried deep within his body. Jamal reached down and caressed my face with his hand before moving it gently behind my head where it closed on a handful of hair. Then gently I felt him thrust his hips and I tried to take him into my mouth. I opened as wide as possible and slowly he pushed until I had engulfed the whole of his glans but. Your father and brothers, they get full use of the harvester, whenever Mr Pike here don't need it, all we gotta do is pay for petrol, and you know what a difference it'll make your poor brothers work, don't you. All Mr Pike needs in exchange is a little labour from you. Fair's fair, I say, so I signed it today, a proper job, just when you're being a man and all..."Barnaby shrugged, unsure how to answer. Fred Pike scared him, especially now, gazing wolfishly at his mop of auburn hair. "Uh, I.