The perspective is upsetting, and you shake your head, at so reckless. Your bust... Mary's tits, feel even bigger from this angle, and the weight as they pull at your shoulders is quite painful. Well, not yet, but soon you'll be aching.
Sliding your legs from the opposite side of you bed, you slip them from the warmth into the air. Even that act feels sensual, as your smooth legs glide over the sheets. Keeping your motion as fluid as possible, you ease yourself from the bed.
As John, snorts, snores and farts, you freeze in place. Fear gripping you, as he turns over. He slips from beneath the sheets too. A bare hairy leg poking free, followed by a sleepy grumble, as he sleepily tries to cover it.
Your heart in your throat, you watch the feeble instinctual efforts, only disheartened as another leg emerges.
His moaning grumble sounds more coherent now. A few words sneaking into it. Face scrunching up, you'd far rather things were still familiar. Twisting and turning to recover that cosy warmth John body is only revealing more and more flesh to the air.
Your eyes boggle, as his cock spills free. It definitely looks bigger, and somehow intimidating now. As you watch, you observe a familiar problem... now from a rather different perspective, as John is about to wake with an erection.
Whatever bet or dare you've taken, it's gone wrong! With you and Mary having swapped as well as been enhanced. Clearly, you were meant to enjoy Mary bound and busty. The thrill of waking like this, is both terrifying and exciting in equal measure.
Certainly, you don't fancy spending the rest of your time here, as a lowly whore. But, as a woman, as a former whore, there's something dangerous about being in a brothel. The stakes, the stimulation, the potential consequences make you focus.
Wiggling your hips, you slip the ropes down your body. Glad your original assessment was right. The ropes are a tease, to give the illusion of captivity, with freedom being available for those who keep their cool.