If he asked me to go home with him, I would. I’d leave my husband and all his riches for a nice sweet caring guy like this.”I looked at her and as...ed, “You would?”To which she replied, “Yes, I would. If you do decide to work for my husband and you make me part of the deal, that bastard would hand me over in a heartbeat. I’m only his trophy wife anyway. He fucks his secretary but she isn’t pretty enough for him to show off…and seduce future employees.”The boy asked, “Would your husband really. Our escorts were none too happy that we were delaying the flight to pick up food. Just to be even more annoying I headed right into the men’s bathroom. They weren’t going in after me. When I came out they were outside the women’s room waiting impatiently for Molly to finish as well. As soon as we got to the gate we were walked right down to the plane. Molly’s seat was in the exact same place as the flight we took from home. I was put in a seat by the window up near the front. After Molly got. He only told me that he had a big client on the hookfor some serious bread, and he promised me a lot of money for my help.And I really needed the money, so I didn't ask any questions."I thought over what she'd told me as I added the eggs to the pan andscrambled them. If the Feds were involved, then they must knowsomething about the mind swap machine. But who could have told them,and why?When all the food was prepared, we divvied it up onto four plates andbrought them to the table. As the others. Still pleading, “we can be twins Master.”Mr. Kesler moves to us and reaches down between my thighs and cups my warm sex.“Maybe Amy would be agreeable to getting her clit hood pierced to match you too.”Feeling as if I am held in the palm of his hand I answer, “I would love to have a hood piercing Sir. I’ve been wanting one for years but have been afraid to get one by myself.”We all hug as Mr. Kesler bends and gives us each a kiss on the tops of our head. Slapping our asses, he sends us off to.