This wasn't even his house because he didn't even recognize the run down ceiling that he was staring at. As impossible and improbable as it sounded, ...avid had been thrust headlong into the life of another person . . . a woman! A WOMAN!Millions of questions screamed to his brain: Where am I? What day is this? How did this happen? Why did this happen? How can I get back? Who has my body now? What do I look like now?The sudden urge to cry was as overwhelming as it was an affront to his lost. You can use the shower; there are fresh towels on the rail.There won't be anyone there and you'll be gone by the time I finish here. Justleave the key on the table – it's a spare." Why did Kirsten trust me, a total stranger? How could I argue?******************************************************I let myself in and I stumbled into the hallway of Kirsten's studio apartment.It is beautiful and is decorated in a modern but comfortable style best describedas Cosmopolitan European. The quality of. Steve brought his other hand onto Ryan’s leg, running his palm over the side of the teen’s bare thigh. The other hand which was resting on Ryan’s shoulder slid down the boy’s smooth body toward his ass. As he caressed the teenager’s taut, shapely ass cheek in his hand, Steve discovered that Ryan was wearing a very tiny, lacy thong. He couldn’t help wondering where it came from. Meanwhile, Steve’s other hand slid over the boy’s hip, which was left bare by the thong. He felt Ryan’s firm leg a. Tall at the other. I was led over and pushed down to my knees and laid face down on its length. My head at the higher end, while my balls and cock hung off the lower end. My thighs were tied spread wide and tied to the bench legs. The tattooed guy and another, fitted a long plank to the bench under my chin with three semi circles cut in it, one for each hand and one for my neck. Someone untied my arms and placed my hands in the holes as the top plank was attached, securely trapping me. A ball.