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She picked up the handbag and placed the micro USB device inside an innerzip pocket. She followed Richard down the hallway a short distance to acomfortable room with couch along one side, a small coffee table, andflat panel television recessed into the wall across from the couch. Achange of clothes was laid out on the couch - a halter top white printdress, lacy, frilly bra and thong panties, and a pair of sling back peeptoe 4 inch heels. A door to the right opened into a large bathroom. "I'll be outside if you need anything," Richard told her and went out thedoor, closing it behind him as he left.She was alone for the first time since this ordeal started. She debatedif she should call someone and get help. She took her... Damn it shekept referring to Annie's things, even her body, as hers! But sheguessed for the time being she may as well refer to this has her body -until she got her body back and Annie back in this body. Less confusing.She took her cell phone out of her purse. She suggested I wait in the hot tub.Fifteen minutes later Darlene came out back again. I asked how it went and did Melody go back to the apartment. Darlene had a wicked grin and said, "No she's still here. Eddie and his daughter are taking up where they left off a few years ago." I had this puzzled look.Darlene told me, "I came home from shopping one evening and found Eddie and Melody playing with each other on the couch. She had her top off and Eddie was playing with her tits while Melody was stroking his cock." She freaked out when I saw them, grabbed her clothes and went back to her apartment. Darlene giggled and said, "Eddie has fantasized about her many times while fucking me. I knew all about it. The only time we turned out the lights to fuck was when Eddie wanted to pretend I was Melody. He would call me by her name and I would tell him to "fuck me Daddy with your big hard cock." It was amazing how close Darlene got to the sound of Melody's voice."You mean Eddie and.
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