When I dropped her at her apartment door, I slipped my hand down the back of her panties and cupped her cute little rear, though not using a finger on...either of the obvious places. Her mouth was open now for all our kisses, and I began to picture it open as her red hair bobbed up and down over my lap, her mouth taking long strokes over my erection. But that would come, at this rate… Both next Friday and Saturday were guaranteed, of course. She kissed me at work three times that week, and called. Resignation, helpless anger, fear, and humiliation. They radiated off my pet, bound together with a thread of defiance, and I drunk them in like a fine wine.After the last piece of clothing fell to the ground, I said, “Pets should have names, and yours is obvious, both as a female fox, and as a sexy woman. Vixen.” She actually growled. She obviously hated the name. Unfortunately for her, I loved it.I reached around to the back of Vixen’s head and dug my fingers into her hair, and forced her to. That's something I'm not very likely to do since any exposure of who and what I am could lead to my capture by someone wishing to turn me into some kind of guinea pig. I don't know about you, but I'm not too keen about being locked away for the rest of eternity and being subjected to all manner of experiments in a vain attempt to reproduce this.........thing that happened to me.There's just no way I can allow that to happen. I've been having far too much fun over the years since my reality. The redhead broke the connection quickly and strode away down the hall and around the corner out of sight. Darlene knew that the rooms back there were reserved for those with greater privacy needs, and the ability to pay for it.Darlene remained in the hall, but now appeared frozen. For several minutes she stood there, unmoving. Only a couple people and 'bots came by during that time and none paid her any attention. 'Bots were always assumed to either be performing a commanded task, or be shut.