Ittasted good, but not good enough. "I need real cum" I said to myself. Igot up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself. "What guy would wantme?"...I asked myself. I had a few ideas. I ran a bath for myself. I got inand shaved all of my body hair. It was gross thinking how I could be thathairy before. I then toweled off and went back into my room. I took theblack thong out of the box and put it on. I need to look sexier, Ithought. I snuck into Kasey's room. I found what I was looking for in. She gasps as he throws her away from him, she lands hard on a bed. "Ouch!" She exclaims, slightly angry. She feels the bed dip and his hand untieing the cover on her eyes. Once it's off he slips her glasses on her pale face. She sees a small motel room."Really babe, really?" She says sarcastically."Really." He says softly, lightly grasping her chin. He looked into her eyes and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed. Mr. Smith would make his appearance at three random ones to further establish he was not I, but we just looked very similar. As with the girls, I appeared at the next location faster than should be possible, but the black badge made it clear I was Darren once I pushed out the energy needed to trigger the sensors. For a final show that Mr. Smith and I were two different people, we both arrived at the same place, used our all-access ID cards to get into a high-security location, like Area 51, but. " I wondered if I still had to call himdaddy now that it was over- now that I was leaving theevil bastard once and for all. Well, better safe thansorry I decided. "Can you help me take my bags to thecar?" Nope," he said. "Call a cab. I'm done with you."He sat down in his recliner and turned on the TV. Icould feel my blood pressure rising. I had been hisslave, a virtual prisoner in his house for a year andhe didn't even have the decency to give me a ride.Well, fuck him! I called the cab company.