It wasall rolled up and difficult to distinguish just what itdid. She laid it out on the bed and unfolded it, sothat I might better see it.As I examin...d it, it became quite clear that she hadbeen working hard to design this for me. It was ajumpsuit of sorts. But, it opened up the back and thesleeves were rather long, much too long for my arms.Not only that, but they were closed at the ends and hadsome sort of strap extending from them. AH! It was astraitjacket affair! I looked on. There were. He met with Sharon and they drove to a rendezvous point on a road called 'Graves End', and parked where the Observer had told Peter and I to go if we wanted to change bodies again. As you know, Barrington looks remarkably like Peter, and Sharon looks a lot like me. I was gambling that the Observer would see them and switch their bodies. It worked. The girl chained to the wall in the basement is, in reality, Barrington. The man that we met with is Sharon, or at least used to be Sharon. Part of. After a slight pause, she continued, “Jakob, sweetie, I’d love to see you jerk off. Will you do it for me?”“I’d rather fuck you but, OK, on one condition—that you masturbate for me.”Jessie thought about it. This could be really hot, so why not? “OK. You’re on. Shall we make a bet of it? Last one to cum has to give oral to the other and swallow any cum. Agreed?”“Sounds like a bet I’d love to lose. You’re on! I just want to get some lotion so I don’t get a rub burn. I might want to use this. .. not now. This pain ... oh my God.“Stop this damn ringing!” was what I wanted to shout in a loud and assertive voice. A muffled “Hmmmbbmmm...” was what escaped my mouth. Finally my brain cleared enough to make me realize that it was my own phone that nearly killed me acoustically.“Anything you want to do about it?” someone asked me.Hey, that voice was definitely female. And, well, I couldn´t deny the fact that I was in somebody´s bed. There were white mice printed on a light blue background.