"She patted my cheek and then walked over to the table next to the wall.I stared, curiosity becoming worry as she picked up a syringe."What's that?" I...asked. I really didn't want to know the answer."This? This is the end of the line. See, while I'm sure that no one youknow would believe you if you started ranting about body swapping andsuch, there are some others out there who might. Individuals who've madeit their life's mission to hunt down those such as myself. One of themmight get wind of. " Easy for you to say," I told her dryly, and reached up to scratch a pimple under my chin.Martha gently pulled my hand away from my face. "Don't, hon. Don't do that to your face." But it itches," I complained, scratching again."No!" Again she took my hand, this time holding it firmly and close to her. "Listen to me. If you don't like the way you look, do something about it. I'm going to show you how. This morning I'm sending you to someone at my health club. He might strike you as very. The next guy to fuck me was a big man. He took his time standing between my ankles and looking down at me with a smile as he said, “They call me The Bull.” I could see why as he pulled a huge cock out of his pants. It wasn't fully hard but it was long, at least eight inches, and it was very thick. He stroked it a few times as he looked down at me. He didn't seem to care that a room full of guys was watching him stroke his cock.When he had it semi-hard he knelt between my legs and worked his. ..” Kelli begged him, the pretty young brunette a member of Pitbull’s personal harem.Perl hung onto his left arm, her normally-immaculate blonde hair a dishevelled mop. “Please ... I’ll do anything you want!”He stumbled as they clawed at him in their desperation. “Get the fuck offa’ me!” he snarled, trying to shake them off.“I don’t wanna die!” Kelli screamed, her eyes like saucers.“Alright, alright!” he snapped, finally tearing himself free. “The bolt hole ... it’s our only way outta here!”The.