“Oh shit, oh shit,oh shit,” I kept sensually repeating over and over as Igot shorter and shorter of breath. The more pleasure Igot, the mo...e I became unaware of my surroundings and Ifelt just like a cheap, dirty, nympho whore. At thatmoment, I didn’t care about and wasn’t even aware ofanything other than fulfilling my insatiable sexualappetite and my husband was the same way. Unlike me, hewasn’t saying anything, but his breathing was verydeep, like mine. And sweat. That was when I was handed a portfolio that they told me contained mynew temporary identity. I opened it up to find a bunch of papers andsome chick's driver's license. I admit I was confused until they toldme to look more closely at the ID. It turns out I was the girl in thephoto and ID wasn't a fake. Neither were the birth certificate, socialsecurity card, and other documents and records. The papers were all forsome chick named Caitlyn Paige Thompson, daughter of Mark and. She is very close to Sal her landlord in the Bronx but she wouldn't want to cause his Aunt Gina to be jealous. Alice is eager to seal a deal with her boss and quickly gets to her knees in order to stay in the downtown office instead of being shipped off to New Jersey with the rest of the workers. It is not effort at all for her to be a completely cooperative "team player" for the perk of staying downtown.ALICE EARNS A PROMOTIONNew York City is a city of over 7 million people. It is comprised of. I was really trying to turn my brain into mush so I would be a good whore and not be so nervous about fucking up. My plan was that as soon as he would text I would get up and get on my knees in the middle of my living room floor, to greet him properly. My mind was a total mist at this point (unfortunately not from the hypno, but from nervousness. My legs were jelly and my body didn’t feel like my own).I got the text. I don’t remember what it said. I got up right away, barely able to stand,.