" I didn't do anything, I just checked."The Princess swapped bodies with Chastity. "Don't play unless you wantto be played," she said, with Chastity's...lips.Chastity spent that night in a riot of bodies. Every time one of thefive of them went upstairs with a client - or went to the back room -Chastity did the actual fucking. Or whatever.It was all very confusing. She never knew immediately which body she wasin. She had to discover this, along with performing whatever act hadbeen agreed to. At. His jeans hung off his bony pelvis as hestood uncomfortably, unable to settle quietly he was so agitated.And the woman; the wealthy wife; was every bit the contrast to me. I,like Ricky, was in my mid-twenties. I was athletic and trim butconscious of the poor state of myself, my shaggy mane of dirty blondhair, my low cut stretch top, denim cut-offs and sandals, sunglassesslid up like a hair band on top of my head. The rich woman was youngerthan her husband by about ten years - probably early. I got on his cock and rode him feeling him slide in and out of me, “grind hard on his cock” she said, like a director of a film. I pushed myself down hard onto him and could feel him really deep as I ground my clit against his pubes, I felt myself losing control as I began to orgasm again and that’s when I felt him spunk up me and my eyes rolled in my head causing me to fall back and off his cock, she came and began sucking his cum out of me. I held her head as my body shook to her exploring. It bean to get late and Holly retied her nightgown, to the relief and disappointment of Jeff, and put her puppy to bed. She yawned and stretched and then walked over to Jeff."Good night Daddy." she whispered against his cheek and then kissed it. She stood to leave and Jeff, without thinking grabbed her wrist."Yes, Daddy?"Holly frowned slightly. Her daddy looked upset and she knelt down in front of him. "Yes, Daddy?" she asked again.Jeff's hand seemed to act on it's own as he brushed a strand of.