’ ‘This isn’t a total transference,’ the voice explains. ‘Just a partial one.’ ‘What’s a transference?’ the journalistic spirit of t...e professional never sleeps. ‘It’s like reincarnation but you remember all the details,’ answers the voice. ‘That’s complete transference.’ ‘Incarnating into a new body with memories of my previous vessel?’ the man blurts out. ‘Yes,’ the voice answers. ‘Many existential aspects come into play. How are you going to handle the loss of independence after becoming an. " "How about if I paid you more?" "If I was really a prostitute that would interest me. But I only want to charge so you know your paying for my pussy. And I intend to keep the money. In fact I'll probably spend it on a bunch on real sexy play things to celebrate my semipro status. But the answer is still no, mister. We stick by the deal." I could tell because of my special ability that Randy was dying to see if he could please me in a way that few of my lovers had. It was. As she tried to move up, rattling her head from side to side, he held her there. It was only as the tears rolled down her cheeks and she sounded like she was going to puke all over him that he released her.“Stand up.” The order was whispered. She put a hand on the corner of the desk to help climb up.“He turned me around and pressed my face down onto the desk, Father. I couldn’t say no.” ‘I bet you couldn’t,' the priest thought. He hardly dared speak. Silently, he continued to stroke his cock.. His blunt rudeness tore as easily through the cobwebs of my complacency as his rampant cock did through my dormant cunt. I was what they call a sitting duck — or rather the torn up ragdoll version of it by the time he was done with me. I could only nod to his casual order to await his phone call. I was repossessed; pushed back over the flimsy fence I had built between my old, outrageous self and the farce of married mommy-hood.The childish fairytale of my marriage had ended.A more decent person.