I felt like it was very normal, in fact,and it felt like something that I had been doing all my life. Whilst Irealized mentally that something was ver... different, instinctively Ididn't notice it at all. This was the case when dressed completely as Sarabut I'd never let the worlds of Sara and Mike collide. It must, I thought,be the work of Mistress Xenthia. Kimberley, a secretary working at my company who I considered a friend,walked over to my reception as she would sometimes do and asked me. She didn't believe she was me, she believed she was superior to me. And while I slept, for pleasure, longer than my enhanced mind needed, she set out to prove it by assimilating all the knowledge she could. I'm not sure how she managed the mindsize -- copies of herself? Regardless, she'd locked me out of everything, and put a bunch of protections in Arcadia's code. I was furiously trying to program my way out of them, at this point focused on one goal -- getting myself out of the sim.. Is there anything I could do to convince you to let me go?" Other than incriminating evidence, or bail money, one thousand five hundred, there's nothing we can do for you." Nothing?" she asked, pouting slightly. The man opened his mouth but didn't speak, then turned to the other officers, who both nodded at him."There is one thing..." he said, unzipping his pants. His massive black cock sprang out, and Red jumped. She recovered from her shock quickly, though."Easy. Uncuff me and let's do this.". When I arrived at the next location it was not as secluded as the first, but private enough. If anything it gave me hope that someone might actually turn up. Maybe the first location was too secluded. Female, male, couples, it didn't bother me, but I secretly was hoping for my first guy.Stroking, teasing, and waiting, but no one came by. I drove from one location to the next and found the same. No one was around where ever I went. During this time i'd been edging, but refusing to release as I.