Over time, bit by bit, your soul took on the shape of mine while mine took on the shape of yours so that as far as our bodies are concerned yours now ...ontains the soul of Mildred Ellaby and mine contains the soul of Michael Campbell. Our souls are no longer a good fit for the bodies they inhabit, which is why you're having so much difficulty moving right now. Your soul is no longer capable of animating the body of a twenty year old man without enormous effort. It wants, it *needs* to be in this. ‘Just look at this place. Is this wonderful or what? I love the view.’ ‘It’s great,’ I said. ‘But it’s already after eight so we don’t have all that much time.’ ‘I had my hair done and bathed before I left home so all I have to do is dress and fix my face.’ ‘I’ll take a quick shower and get dressed. Just a sport coat though, no tie.’ ‘You’re not dressing to impress me tonight, sport. You’re dressing for your young lady.’ ‘Shit. That’s right,’ I said. ‘Well, maybe I’ll wear a tie after all.’ As. Peter too will suffer different clamps for the same reason.You will then endure a single small needle perhaps weighted, so that you can envisage what it had been like for me. Followed by a golden shower of which you will not allow one single drop to spill or you will be whipped again continuously for 3 minutes with the studded tawse. I will leave you to sweat at any time I chose and for as long as I choseThe day will be silent unless to answer a question any scream will be treated as the spoken. As you continue to soak my dick with your warm saliva, you start to stroke me with your hand, slowly at first, but then eventually picking up the pace. You get me to a point where I’m about cum all over you, but you slow down at the first signs of pulsing, licking up any pre-cum that has leaked from my tip. I finally decide I’ve had enough teasing, and I grab you by the shoulders and flip you onto your back. I lean up towards your lips, kissing you gently, as I position my dick with your pussy..