The Master was speeding up his thrusts, the skin around Cynthia's ass was glowing with intensity as he drove in and out of her tight, clenching hole. ...e squeezed tighter around her waist and slammed his cock to the hilt. He was shooting his load deep in Cynthia's ass, rope, after rope of jizz, his dick pulsing with each blast. The pulses caused Cynthia's asshole to contract around the base of his cock, almost sucking the cum out of his balls. "Stop." Said the Master as he pulled his still stiff. The instructions claimed that every human had a unique astral profile - asoul for the lack of a better word, which the machine would register. Theinstructions said we'd need the machines, and soon.Before anybody could even begin to process that the transfers started.At random, or at least so it seemed, people would suddenly find themselvesin another body.The transfers would usually last a couple of hours, then the person wouldreturn to their own body.But every once in a while, something would. ‘It suits you.’ Michelle sat on the toilet lid, trying to take it all in. Memories from the night before were beginning to filter in. ‘Oh, gawd,’ said Michelle. ‘I was…dancing. With guys.’ Cassandra laughed. ‘Boy, were you ever. Topless, no less. Those guys followed you from the tattoo parlor like puppy dogs.’ ‘Guys?’ said Michelle. ‘How…how many…?’ A lot of memories were filtering in now. Cassandra shrugged. ‘Three. You blew one guy on the drive home. You did the other two here.’ Michelle’s. At the far end there was a muddy area and a stream. The whole clearing was speckled with shade. Julia threw herself down on the moss and I lay down beside her. Did I shock you then? she laughed. Im not normally like that you know. But I love you, so it seemed natural. Like masturbation. she laughed again as I went wide eyed at this admition. Yep. I masturbate about four times a week, and I bet you do too. But I wouldnt admit it to anyone else but you. Do you masturbate? Yes, I answered, still a.