Fuck! It really is that I feel like I've been lying to Alexis. I've been extremely careful not to lie to her, but by omission, I've lied. And I'm just...afraid of the guilt. And that guilt is holding me back from pushing her more physically too. So we're stuck at this physical/emotional barrier. And it's all my fault.And once I figured that out a few days ago, I know she noticed. I'm a bit withdrawn, and she can tell something's up. The guilt is good for one thing—I've thrown myself into fixing. She was walked through a large door and into a corridor of cells, a few of which were occupied. She was ushered into one of the empty ones and Officer Felton removed the cuffs from her wrists and then clanged the cell door, locking Krissy inside. Without a word, she walked away.Krissy was surprised. She hadn’t been fingerprinted or had a mugshot taken. Maybe they were holding off until the manager decided if he was willing to drop the charges or not. But it was undeniable that she had been. The changelings were a genderless race that should never have been evolved or increased in numbers to the level they did. How they evolved is unknown, perhaps they were made as a genetic experiment but noone knows.They live for hundreds or thousands of years barring injuries or disasters, as they had no solid body usually they could mould themselves around projectiles and other things that would kill a mono-form (solid) lifeform.It is believed that at one point there was only a handful of them. I was more than a little nervous. But I ate and had a few shots and took a shower and prepared my ass for the pounding to come. I lubed up my hole and inserted a butt plug I brought with me. 8:15 rolls around and the door opens, I lay naked on the bed with one light on. In walks the Bartender, he was a dark skinned islander. Behind him was a chocolate muscle god with long dreads. Then a skinny young looking 20 something white twink guy walked in, who I had seen by the pool. Followed by the.