" The older she-maleimmediately noticed that her voice was much higher, softer, and delicateas she spoke to the attendant. "...why did you, um, call m... 'Norris',dear?"Now Donna looked puzzled. "Well...isn't that your name?" She asked asthey approached a dressing stall. "Adele Norris? Miss Adele Norris?"Hearing the full name Arnold Betancourt had been conditioned to accept,during his time within the Dermis Machine, surged all of its mentalreprogramming to the fore of the former man's. Moving up and down slowly she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me deeply. I had my hands on her bottom now and helped guide her up and down as she fucked herself on my cock. Every so often she would wiggle her hips a few times, then start to move again. I tried pulling her skirt up higher as it was gathered up at her hips but she shook her head no, still not breaking the kiss.So I left it in place as she used her thighs to propel herself up and down on me. Finally she broke the kiss and leaned. I shove 4 fingers in my pussy and squirt my release out of the tub. I needed that. I finish up my bath wrap a towel around me and head out if the bathroom. I'm thinking a nice glass or 4 or wine, and curling up in my big bed and reading a new book I have. I take a couple of steps toward the kitchen and two very strong arms wrap around me. I start to scream and he shoves some balled up cloth in my mouth. I realise it's my panties that I dropped in the hall. I was being watched. I tried to run. ”And there it was. I have to admit that even I didn’t see that one coming. It was not at all unusual, here in the deep south. I’ve been hit on a thousand times here by “straight” guys. My girlfriends jokingly call me “The Heartbreaker”. Guys who would talk all kinds of shit about me at their jobs or around their friends would, in private, worship the ground I walked on.And here was another. I could easily have him, but he was an abhorrent human being.'But what if he wasn’t?' I asked myself..