A mind probe erased the incident from Susan’s mind.“Refill?”“No, thanks. I think I’ll go to bed. I’m kind of tired.”“Do you feel all r...ght?”“It was a long drive.”“It’s only 80 miles to her mother’s house,” Jim thought. “Long drive? She’s made it hundreds of times.”“OK, dear. You go on to bed. Wear something sexy – I missed you this weekend.”“Oh, Jim, I’m tired. Can’t we do it tomorrow night?”Now Jim was REALLY shocked. They’d managed to override his programming somehow. Another mind probe did. I was feeling my pussy getting wet, and the lust in my heart was growing for him. “Go to the guest room,” I said, and before I could finish my sentence Adam asked, “Why? Do you need anything?” “I don’t need anything, but you will get what you want,” I said making him curious. “What do you mean?” Adam asked. “I have my bags in that room, go there and pick out a bra of your choice or may be panties,” I said, as I winked. “You are serious?” Adam said. “Yes, now run to the guest room,” I said. Shit! I gasped as I began to climax, the chair banging against the wall as I fucked it. The orgasm ripped at my body, so intense from my heightened arousal.I was lucky with my timing, I finished cumming exactly as she finished washing, although I still humped at the chair as I watched her dry herself.I watched while she dressed before she turned to leave the room.I collapsed into the chair, reflecting on what I had seen and what I had just done. I felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I had to. I got then really afraid because that audience ofwomen started to shout, "Cut 'em! Cut 'em!" at the topof their lungs.The fat woman injected the base of my penis with atransparent liquid. I didn't feel anything down there,just a numbness, allowing me to see how theyopened my sack with a hospital knife and cut myballs showing them to everyone like trophies.I couldn't hold it anymore and I just passed out.I woke up the next day inside an unfamiliar room. Witha silk violet camisole, and a weird.