Andrew

You stare into Andrew's eyes and think about how it would feel to fill his suited frame. *Click* You have transferred and with a thud, you hear your old body go limp.

"What is going on with him Andrew?" Mr. Richardson said angrily.

"I'm not sure, let me bring him to your office and give him some water." you say.

"Ugh, alright." Mr. Richardson says angrily storming into his office. You wrap Andrew's suit around your hands so as not to toucj your old body's skin and drag it into Mr. Richardson's office. You prop the body against a chair and walk over to Mr. Richardson, who is gazing out the window. You stand behind him and place your hands on his shoulders, giving him a back massage.

"Are you okay Mr. Richardson. You feel a little tense." You said, weaving your hands into his knotted muscles.

"Unghh, that feels nice Andrew. Yes, I have a very stressful job, so it's par for the course at this point." Mr. Richardson said.

"Yes, but you seem more tense then usual? Is everything alright at home?"

"Well..."Mr. Richardson paused, "my wife hasn't been...putting out...so to speak."

"How dare she." you say, feigning surprise, "Doesn't she know how hard your job is and the least she could do is let you fuck her?"

"Yeah..." Richardson said more to himself than to you, "It is pretty shallow of her. I give her all this money and she can't even give me a blowjob."

"You know Mr. Richardson, you are more than welcome to breed my man pussy anytime you wish." you say. Mr. Richardson abruptly pushes away.

"What in the lord's name are you on about Andrew?" Mr. Richardson says. You turn around and bend over, showing Mr. Richardson the outline of Andrew's spread ass cheeks.

"I said that my body is yours to play with anytime you wish." You say. Mr. Richardson is speechless, eyes fixated on your ass. You slowly get back up, grinding your ass against his crotch.