She looked at me inquiringly. ‘Yes?’ ‘Allie?’ I asked timidly. ‘Yes?’ She sounded irritated, obviously annoyed by the interruption. ‘All...ie Stevenson?’ I felt tongue-tied. Now I was in the office I had no idea what to say. ‘That’s what it says on the door. Who are you — and what do you want? ‘I’m — er — Jerry Jones.’ ‘And?’ she snapped. I lost my nerve. ‘I’m sorry, I made a mistake,’ I said hastily, turning away and reaching for the door handle. As I began to close the door she called out.. Yes, I could do that. It required quite a bit of effort, but I had autonomy over this body. This body that somehow did not feel like mine, but something that I had just entered. Had it been someone else’s before? No… no, I seemed to recall that I… whatever “I” was… I used to use this body. Though it seemed modular to me, I deduced that I could not in fact leave this body, though I obviously had just left it only moments ago, and so… ah, it didn’t matter. For now, I needed to only focus on. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he took a long look at Moni. She was still locked in on his massive cock and when Aaron asked what she'd like to drink it took her a moment to regain her composure. She asked for a vodka and tonic and I went with a beer. When Aaron went to retrieve the beverages,Moni and I chatted about the whole situation. We figured that we must have got there just as he was about to jump into the shower. When Aaron returned with the drinks he stood over us . In her mind she counted over and over again, numbers, letters, words what ever kept her from thinking from feeling! His restraint showed when he withdrew from her body and turned her on her back. Rubbing the thick hardness across her breast circling it around her nipples, her own scent drifting towards her. Licking his lips, glaring down at her, slowly playing his sick game as he brushed the head against her closed mouth, She shook her head trying to rid herself of him, until he got tired of.