.licking...hard, sir" Rachel grunted her reply.I let Rachel enjoy being eaten and continued to send shivers down to her core by cupping, pinching and ...enerally playing with her tits and soft, smooth tummy. "Don't touch your clit Rach, let us do all the work, and keep you on edge" I commanded. I could see over Rachel's shoulder that Madison was using her hands to spread Rachel's ass cheeks. Her tongue was going deep into her back crack. This gave me a rather naughty idea.Rachel turned her head. Her dark brown skin had made him realize how un-diverse the people around him were, in that regard. James had just never thought about it. Her largish breasts, under that large shirt, bounced nicely in a way he tried very hard not to visibly notice. The idea of an all female mounted guard again entered his thoughts.Ola walked from what James was calling the Royal Wagon, moving quickly to catch up to the riders. The man designated as his secretary was definitely, in his mind, on the effeminate. Ifelt nothing. I grunted in anger. I glanced farther down to see whatother changes there were... I was shocked by what happened. My legs werefat and swollen. Somehow they were fused almost to my knees! At the baseof what was left of my legs, it was itchy and rough. I could see somegreen and purple colors just below my cracking, peeling skin. I triedwiggling my toes again, only to sense them in the soft soil. I had a badfeeling. I'm breathing heavily. I don't think I'm human anymore. I shed asad. I bank a lot of dollars a month and eventually it will pay for my retirement.I don't plan on fucking my ass off forever. My goal is to use my investments to stop at thirty. If I was to meet someone special, maybe sooner.But, I'm getting ahead of myself.My therapist said that this exercise was to put everything down on paper without a lot of editing. She felt that if I wrote everything down, it might help me with my occasional bouts of depression and anxiety.Cause I'm unable to have a satisfying.