I didn't bring my dark side to work. I left her in the shadows, an hour south on the freeway, on the profile page of a seedy S&M hookup site. I never ...rought her to work, but she'd stowed away with Christopher Bellingham and arrived here despite my best efforts.It was my typical M.O. that had worked just fine until now. At least three days a week, I chain smoke Camel Menthols on the freeway for an hour, and I arrive home to see a pretty bottle of golden oblivion waiting for me on my kitchen. The one thing I knew about Bobby Wilson was that whatever he practiced on, got stronger. I wanted Bobby as strong and capable as possible when he surfaced again.Back in the motel I stripped down, in preparation for taking a shower. Bobby watched me, and I felt no shame or embarrassment as I felt his mind touch mine.“Wanna take a shower with me?” I asked. I wasn’t good at being coquettish.“I want to do something else with you,” he said, softly.“Later,” I said. “I want to be squeaky clean for. I smile and say Hi. Brian is working his kisses to my lips. His hands cupping my tits and is pulling and tugging at my already hard nipples. Brian is pulling my shirt off and pulling my under shirt off too. my 36C's just are waiting to be sucked. I can feel my pussy twitching and I can feel the juices building up.I turn Brian around and lay him on my bed. I reach down and grab his dick and start to suck on him. Rubbing his balls, putting them in my mouth and lifting them so I can get to. ”The doppelganger waved her hand at her. “All right ... But you know? I think I am drunk. But this is not alcohol. Nope!” She stood up carefully and grabbed a handrail for support. “No, this is pure ... afterglow!” She grinned and shifted. “Yessssssss,” she hissed, and she held onto the vertical pole, wrapping her arms and legs about it like a stripper. She spun and swung on it lazily, whipping her long chestnut hair about her.“Tricia,” Tricia said. “What did he do to you? What is he going to.