"Yeah, a little faster."She picked up the pace and turned the vibrator up to full. She was beginning to get a good steady rhythm going, pounding into ...e like a good man should.She reached around my waist and began to stroke my now half-flaccid dick. It began to harden in her hand as she simultaneously poked my ass as she stroked. Over and over, she fucked in and out. I could feel each time the head of the dildo pushed across my prostrate gland, and my cock would give an involuntary jerk.She. She had to wear bright red lipstick andnail polish. Any rock rap or modern music would sound, like nails on achalk board to her. Her speech would be a slow stammer, as if she wasrecovering from a stroke. Though she would always be happy with her bodywhen Mr. Young was in the house. If he was away, once her chores weredone, she would automatically go to the nearest mirror, knowing in lessthen 10 hour the body reflected back at her would need sex. Suicide orrunning away would not be an option, as. . “You’re in my body.”Same thing as the last time.“I mean, we don’t look like a catgirl.”There’s a relief.“You don’t sound excited,” Penelope says, biting her bottom lip.Oh, sorry. Here, how’s this: woohoo, I’m stuck in my master’s body once again... “You should put a little more feeling into it,” the girl suggests. “Maybe shout it out loud.”You totally miss the point of sarcasm.“Oh, so you’re not happy?”Why would I be?“Because we’re in a human body. My human body.”Look, why don’t you focus on. I hope you don't disappoint me.” I do not know about you, dear reader, but for me, the thought of a clothed woman watching me strip was about the best and biggest non-contact turn on there could be. My cock was as stiff as it had ever been and was straining to get out. I unfastened my belt, opened the waist of my pants, unzipped my fly and proceeded to remove my pants. “Mm, look at you,” she said staring at the enormous bulge in my shorts. I looked down to see a growing wet spot at the tip of.