Then it would be over.As she lay there, belly down on the wrinkled sheets, her eyes followed the unusual pattern on the floor. She could see the small...metal studs in the flooring, and knew that these somehow conducted the current which made her a prisoner on the bed, denying her even the freedom to move about this small room.She knew it was a deliberate psychological pressure. By confining her to the small world of the bed except when she ate or bathed or answered the call of nature, she was. "Today really sucked. "That fucking Mother Superior has been on my case like shit through a goose."Jennie a young woman in her early twenties had it bad for Mike a man closer to fifty, she was attractive and knew that she could have any man or woman for that matter with the snap of her fingers. She let her red hair grow out because Mike had asked her to do so and she wore her shirts tight just to please him and as always showed plenty of cleavage. "You know honey, you could just fuck her, it. She rinsed out the cup and closed the medicine cabinet. As she did, she saw the reflection of another woman staring back at her. Not the reflection of someone else in the room with her, her own reflection had been replaced by the image of this stranger. Everything was different. Tina’s straight, shoulder-length, brunette hair had been replaced by the woman’s long, flowing blonde hair. Tina’s pajamas had been replaced with black leather. Even Tina’s face had been replaced, even though it moved. Gently he pushed me back on the couch, his kisses taking my breath away. His hands slowly sliding up my leg, slowly up, undr the hem of my skirt. Politely I took his hand away, once, twice, three times, but it always returned after a couple more kisses. Each time, letting him get a little further. His fingers slowly flicking across my crotch. Starting to moan softly, as he sat back, taking a swig off his bottle of beer. Breathlessly I sat up and tried to compose my self a little as I drank down.