Was she so wanton?Did she really plead for her - what? mistress? - to anally probe her?And it didn't stop with that image. Here was I, considering exa...tly thesame thing. I did want this woman to keep the vibrator inside me, whileshe treated me as her plaything. That knowledge extinguished what wasleft of my masculinity. I was her submissive plaything, and would followhumbly in the footsteps of my wife into total surrender. And mysubmission would outstrip hers - at least she had been allowed to. .so we drank a couple of rounds and decided we will go home and continue the rest of the drinking…. when on the roadI suddenly felt a soft hand touch my neck and run through my hair..The thought of this alone is making me hard. Her hands were so soft and this sent a tremor and shiver in my body and I was rubbing my neck on that hand I guess she was telling me don’t go away I need you, The drinks have made me horny and please don’t it a day off because I want you….so I let the game proceed the. I had to admit, I hadn’t seen this degree of deviousness since the Russkies stole our cookie jar at the last election.I wish I was more like my old secretary Zelda with her ability to line everything up on the wall with the little yellow stickers and narrow everything down to a single path leading right to the fucking bastards that were causing all the trouble. I liked just taking it all in and taking her cue to smash them into little pieces before they did more damage to the client, to me, or. It will remain in this form for four hours, before it reverts to that white blob." Then what good is it, if all I can do is stare at it?"Occula reached into the briefcase and pulled out what looked like a metal blindfold. "Put this on and your consciousness will transfer to your prototype body. You can take it out for a spin. You may even discover a power or two."I reached out, without a second thought, and grasped the device. I took off my wire-rim glasses."Lie down, and close your eyes before.