"Hello Brandon" then with a smirk, he said, "Or should I call you Jessica now? You're lucky you got here in time. I was just about to close up."Brand...n stared at the Old Man in a mixture of fear and anger. "Change me back!" he demanded, wincing internally at the sultry voice. "Right now!"The Old Man started to look a little annoyed. "You should count yourself fortunate," he said, "You know how many women would kill for a body like yours?" But I'm not a woman!" Brandon snapped back. "I'm a. Then he tried to grab Fay's wrist when he felt his cock harden.Fay giggled loudly.Finally retrieving Fay's hand, Fay relented and continued to rub the lotion into Jack's shoulders, around his shoulder blades and down his back. Only when her hands lingered down past the cleft of his bottom to cover them in lotion; she pushed a slippery and greasy finger into his arse on the way back up.Jack, very aware now of the woman so close to them, muffled a squeal as Fay cackled.Jack grabbed her hand again. I could see thoughts and questions flit through them. Occasionally I caught her studying me when she couldn’t see my face, her expression thoughtful. I wondered what it was that still troubled her. I found out as she sat at the kitchen table while I prepared veal piccata al limone with fettuccine.“Dad? Would it bother you if I asked you about us?”“Never. Why?”“I’ve got questions. About what we’ve done. Sex and stuff.”“Have you changed your mind?” I asked.“God, no. But, it’s sorta embarrassing. He rams his cock in without a care or thought as to whether he is choking me or gagging me. I am only getting in short breaths now, as he pulls out each time. With every other stroke I breath in, and then out, but not by much. I am starting to get dizzy from asphyxia. My knees are hurting. My left foot has fallen asleep.But I keep thinking of what he said, “This had better be good!” and I hang on and surrender my mouth to his urges, I become completely passive and submissive to him. This.