At one point, her mouth full, she told Joe, "You did good."Though Harold had provided the kitchen with enough space in which hired caterers could fini...sh up their quality foods for large dinner parties, thus two ovens with room for a turkey each, Joe still needed to keep one turkey in a warming pan, and though he continued basting it, it ended up drier than he'd have liked. He made sure the out-of -towners got the better turkeys. With enough gravy, and he made enough to fill a large puddle, it. And trust me, you made the right one. With the amount of stuff we have on you, you’d be pretty much fucked.” Then it occurred to me, “Actually, I guess you’re fucked either way.” I smiled at her as she went pale. She began to pull at the bindings over her head in a momentary panic. Watching her struggle made my nipples hard.“Who the fuck do you think you are, you fucking freak pervert?! You can’t do this! It’s against the law.”I reached in and found a ball gag for her and walked over. “Look,. Just then I noticed that she’d mostly stopped struggling. She was still twisting around a little but it didn’t seem like she was trying very hard to knock me off. Mostly it was just making my dick rub against her ass even more. After a few moments it dawned on me that she might be doing it on purpose. I’m normally a bit quicker on the uptake, but the idea that Cassie could somehow *want* me to dry hump her butt just seemed crazy.Crazy or not, it was starting to feel pretty damn nice. I decided. I'm changing the fabric of reality; everyone will believe that she survived the accident with a few bruises and a moderate concussion. You're going to keep all of Troy's memories, but also will be assimilating Yolanda's. This will take a while, so if you seem confused at times, the bump on the head will be a handy explanation." Yolanda was wide-eyed as she took this all in. "Los Angeles? That's kind of a big, scary place isn't it?" "Well, dear, it can be, but your new parents actually live in.