Brian was trapped in the body of his sex worker he had hired.
She had run off with his body, his car, his money and his identity.
He had no choice but to get dressed in her clothes, head out in her car and try and track his body down.
Her car was crappy falling to bits and was low on fuel.
He poured into a back mortar Service Station to top up and discovered he did not have enough money in her purse to pay for it.
She was known by the service attendant who let him park the car as long as he paid in kind.
His first time as a woman being fucked by a man was not a pleasant or easy one.
Luckily or any, depending on how you look at it, she was known by the service attendant who let him tuck the car as long as he paid in kind, who was on very familiar terms with this woman's body.
After the service attendant had emptied his load inside of him, Brian got some important information out of him.
He asked if a man had driven past in a Pontiac Firebird, purple with red stripes.
He was pleased to find out he had passed over five hours ago and was on the North Road heading out of town.
With dripping pussy he slipped back into the car started it up and headed out onto the road in hot pursuit of his body.
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