We shared memories from our past. We shared our impatience with the present. We shared our hopes for the future. I told Missy about my dreams, and she...told me about her fears. I did my best to allay those fears, and I was surprised at how easily I could do this. I realized that as we shared ourselves, our hearts, Missy's confidence in us was growing very strong.I found out later that Missy had gone to the doctor's office Monday morning. When I'd asked if there was anything wrong, she'd just. I do not say anything to her and she does not mention it either. As I go to the back of her car and start to remove the spare, she says "Let me help you!"As she reaches into the car, her breasts brush my arm and I am in total agony as my hard cock strains even more against it's confinement. I am sweating now as we get the tire out of the back and I roll it into position.Thankfully, she stops talking as I mount the tire and replace the lug nuts. My mind is racing. How can I get out of here. Standing apart from the man and woman present, he called the mist and watched it settle on the couple. He loved using the mist; it allowed the intended sinner to part with their body to watch, as the vice took control. Sara blinked, as the mist covered her. She watched her body move, like watching a movie. When she noticed Declan in the corner, her insides quivered. What was in those drinks? What was she tripping on? Rather than question the mysterious, handsome man, she reverted her attention. My roommate is now my bitch, and while he isn't exactly a woman, he's definitely not a man anymore.I laughed at that thought. My own little sissy slut."You're right, bitch, I did get what I wanted. But now I want more." W-what do you mean, man? Just let me go, I won't tell anyone about this. I-I swear!" My sissy was still acting like he had all the power."Oh, I'm not worried about you telling anyone about this. You should be the one worried about me telling someone else, though." I-I... just.