I should just slit her throat and move on. What the hell was wrong with me? Assassins didn’t kidnap. Only killed without mercy. She began fighting ...ooth-and-nail to escape from me but my strength was superior to hers, even if I was a human. This girl was tiny, absolutely helpless against me. ‘Behave or I have to knock you unconscious.’ I said with a menacing grin. Nissa stopped stood still as my threat got through to her. ‘I’m not going to-‘ I shut myself up, no point lying. I dumped her. At 4, Marcie went into the office again. I was curious and went to the office, opened the door and took a letter that Bill had to sign. I saw Bill sitting at his desk, but didn’t see Marcie anywhere. Bill’s chair was a bit back from the desk and he quickly took the letter and said, “Thank you, that will be all.” After 5 minutes, Marcie came out of his office and she was wiping her face with a hankie. I wasn’t imagining, my suspicions were right. She had been under Bill’s desk giving him a. I closely monitored and checked the hall for people first, I still felt enormously uncomfortable with my body, and I wasn't ready for other people to see me just yet, not until I had looked in the mirror once more and reaffirmed my appearance. Once again I was reminded of my condition, as I surprised myself with the utter silence and speed with which I dashed to the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I closely inspected my face in the mirror.Affirming the non-refutable resemblance I held to. I had always hidden my perversions from my wife (her description, not mine). However once too often I had decided not to go on a night out with her which had raised her suspicion. I left work early, knowing that I had up to 4 hours to myself to wank and goon over my favourite pornography. Knowing she would be out for a while would allow me to relax and really get into it.When I got home from work I immediately went through my perfect goon scenario. I stripped off, and lay in the bath, shaving.