I called her up and gave her specific details on what to wear and when I would pick her up but did not tell her where we would be going or what I had ...n store.We arrived early for the parade. A few of my friends were already there and had started setting up the canopies that would provide some shade during the day as we watched the brightly colored floats of Pride go by. It also gave our group a defined area, so the crowds that showed up to watch the parade were not lined up eight and ten deep. “So what’ja make me?” I felt his hands land on my shoulders and slide down my back and I moaned.“You need a massage too. I made you fried rice with vegetables, and you can just lay back and relax tonight, okay?” I stared up at him piteously. “What is it now?”“You know my morals, man. I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but you’re just going to treat me so good I’ll want to have sex with you anyway.” His hands left my back, and a minute later a plate of my favorite food was placed in front. Off you go Rebecca. It’s over to you.Bec: Yes, okay. I was at home last Monday evening together with my sisters Tara and Angela. We had eaten tea, I mean dinner, and had cleaned up and were relaxing before putting Angela to bed.Comment: Bec was staring down at the microphone set up in the middle of the table while she spoke. She talked in a clear but mostly lifeless voice.Comment: I noticed that Bec’s English accent was slightly stronger than normal. Perhaps she was reverting back to her roots. Why do I- why do I want to please you? Serve you?”“Mmmm, perhaps it's just gratitude for the incredible pleasure I'm giving you.”“Or maybe...” she sneered as she slammed her dick harder into Emma's helpless pussy. “Maybe it's because those lovely little nanites aren't just making you feel good. They're binding your DNA with mine, binding you to me, at the cellular level. Making you mine! You ARE mine now, Emma. I own you Bitch! Fom the inside out!”Emma begins to struggle mightily exerting one.