"Jim, uh, your ... Owner?" he sighed. "The man who lived here, he was your husband. Did you know that?" Master," I said, smiling then because husband ...as the wrong word."Right. Your Master was your husband, see?" He was holding the papers out. "He married you. Did he ever say anything about that?"I looked at the papers and they were marriage contracts, signed and notarized by the Tribal Registry. There was his name and mine, my old human name, and our signatures. I had some memory of signing. Ladies, if you’ve never had the experience of having two wonderful male tools in you at the same time, one in your mouth and one in your womanhood, then you haven’t lived. I can’t begin to explain in words how exhilarating and sensuous it is. Try to imagine the best sexual experience you’ve ever had and then multiply that many many times over. Lost in lust is the best way to describe how I felt at the time. My knees were growing weak and shaky from repeating orgasms when I felt both tools begin. What moved you to take such a risk when you decided to spy on the girls? In this day and age there are plenty of ways for a young man to see a female body, should he wish.”“Miss, my parents are really strict. Mum searches my room at home. They keep the computer in the living room and are always around when I use it. Dad works in IT, he’s really clever at finding deleted files and browsing histories. They never gave me any sex education; they said I should focus 100% on studying if I wanted to. No, please, don’t make me—LOOK AT HIM.Laurie looked. A black man—so dark she almost couldn’t see him in the alley. Strong. Short hair. Powerful. And she could see his eyes. They were red. And angry. And . . . scared?He wants you.. . . .He needs you.. . . .He cannot help himself. But I—STOP. LISTEN.Laurie listened. She had to listen. VR-Laurie was making her listen.You have overwhelmed him. Taken away his will. Destroyed all his defenses. He is helpless before you.. . . ?Think of what would.