Rachel sat, legs splayed wide, her fingers hanging loosely from her soaking pussy, paused in mid thrust as their owner faded from reality. Seeing Rach...was in no condition to bring the curtain down on her little show, I leaned forward and shut my computer, unplugging the internet connection just to be safe. Bending down, I took ahold of her foot, and lifted the dead weight of her leg. Scooting my chair up to hers, I laid the leg I had held, onto my lap, and uncurled her other leg, stretching it. My breath hitched and I groaned in pain, and I couldn’t stop my body from wiggling in my bonds, little leeway that they left me. Slap. Again a little higher. My legs started to tremble and my eyes grew moist when the wicked sting set my skin ablaze. Snap. I yelped. Erin’s head started to bob up and down. Fire seemed to dance on my thighs and Mrs. Somerset’s lips parted in a delighted pout. God, this was wicked, and even more wicked was the sensation in my loins, where the arousal from earlier. I ride out her storm of her lust and just as she starts to calm I release my passion deep in to her, the sensation casing her to buck one last time before I collapse on top off her. She wraps her arms around me and starts to stroke my hair; I kiss her cheek and rest my head against the bed. "That was good baby" she tells me. I rise up off of her so that she can move over and I can cuddle her in my arms with her back to me. The perfume of her body was mixed with are sweat fills my nose, she. At those words, my finger deftly pops the little band with thesnap and the clutch unfolds in my lap. There in the slipcases inside arethings I recognize and haven't had need of for so long. A driverslicense, passport and credit cards.I pull the license from the slip and look at it. There is my photo, longblond hair, nice makeup, and of course, that sensuous smile on my face.All my vitals are correct, except I'm listed as a female, and the nameis "Patsy Dina Eastholm." Even my signature is at.