, how’s it hangin’? Sylvia evidently knew him. “Hello, Sonja,” he replied, gazing at a spot about eight inches below her chin. “So, how do y...u like my new blouse?” Fashion-conscious wasn’t the first term that came to mind about this girl, so I looked at the blouse again. The top two buttons had come undone. “Do you like it better this way?” More buttons were undone. Now I understood why Sonja chose this particular booth. The waiter blocked everyone else’s view. “How about this way?” By now most. "Now,lick your pussycock clean." She shoved the pink dildo that had been up my ass into my mouth. In and outlike a ball washer at a golf course. When she was finally satisfied that itwas clean, it got dumped into a drawer. I didn't want to think where it hadbeen before she shoved it in me. I had been fucked, photographed and used by her for two orgasms. I was soakedin sweat and hoped that somehow I would now be released. My new owner had otherplans. She pulled me from the bed and I stood on. Soon her nipples became hard and erect. She did not object, so after a few minutes I tried sliding my hand up her skirt but she said “Not here,” and we went upstairs and into my room. I removed her top and skirt and she took off my shirt and trousers. We laid on the bed and carried on. I began sucking her nipples and then slid my hand down her knickers and found to my delight that she had shaved her cunt. I rubbed my finger up and down her wet slit a few times, before sliding two fingers up her. But again, it was an outsidememory and the more I focused on it, the more it became clear. Iremembered watching my sister cut her wedding cake in her meringue dressand glancing at the caterer, thinking how hot she looked. And that wasfollowed by an encompassing recollection of shagging her senseless laterthat night while the evening party was still going on."Oh my God," I said.My memories had completely shifted.I couldn't remember my life as Alison at all anymore. All my memorieswere of a life.