I needed to think, to come up with a plan. I neededto - oh my god my house was full of dildoes. I had a butt plug collectionthat would make a sex shop... blush. Fuck, Slut had been proud of it, too,she?d put them on my bookshelves for everyone to see.It was weird. I remembered everything that happened while I was Slut, butI was becoming increasingly aware that I wasn?t her. I had none of hermemories, her history. I had no idea where I diverged from what everyoneelse currently believed was reality.. ‘We just assumed that there were gang problems or a murderer in this small town that needed to be captured-‘ Not fully taking in what we’re hearing, we don’t understand the true evil that existed. ‘The hotel I found was quite a ways out of town.’ After taking a small nap and changing into some comfortable clothing, we left the hotel right before the night time arose. I’m armed with a hand gun and it makes me feel somewhat safe, we’re a little lost but I continue navigating my way through the. ’ Blushing, I continue my ministrations, moving my hands to your foot. I press my fingers into the sole of your foot, massaging and caressing you, touching every tender spot, every callus. I roll your toes between my fingertips, pulling the stress out of your body, releasing it to the air. Another moan has me looking back at you, with your eyes half open, watching me work on you. As I feel you relax, I shift, so I am kneeling at your feet on the bed, kissing your foot, nipping lightly at your. Suddenly, a light knock came to the door. The shock of realization shot up my spine as I walked to the door in a numb trace to open it. I saw a well dressed black man standing before me reaching out to shake my hand with a pearly white smile. Shaking hands, I nervously invited him in. I offered him a drink from the mini bar and my wife asked for one as well. Both of them sat on the edge of the bed as I fixed their drinks and they started talking. As I turned to hand them their drinks, they were.