While leading her into the bedroom, she said she wants to take her contact lenses out. She went into a bathroom and I followed her. I was just standin... beside her watching her taking impatiently contacts out.When she was done, she just looked at me and said : I want you to fuck me in my dress against that bathroom mirror.She just took underwear off, flip over her dress and bent over. For some reason I barked at her: spread your pussy, I want to see you open. With two hands while bent over she. "Obviously this is all your fault anyway for imprinting yourself on an honest to god 'MIND CONTROL' chip. But if you think for a second that that was the real me you smug bastard then you've got another thing coming. I in no way wanted to act like that..." She stopped speaking mid sentence. Her eyes closed shut and her mouth turned down as if she were in pain. Her hands shot up and clutched her head ... She moaned so quietly I could barely hear her... "My head..." she hissed softly.I hopped off. Her idea – really – was to take her asshole for the first time when she was 40 years old. Tits tied, wrists bound, she suggested that fucking her ass would be the trifecta I was looking for. She was right! But that too, started to feel routine. There has to be more. It started that I needed to just play with the tits to get off… then I needed to milk them. Then I needed to abuse them. For several years now, unless I have worked over her tits in some way, I can’t cum. It’s now required. Since I. ”“And now I’M eating it… I don’t care anymore, if anyone wants me they can find me in my room with a bucket of ice cream to go.”Watching their leader storm out of the living room and kick open her bedroom door, the Brotherhood looked back at each other and shrugged. “Guess she’s taking this harder than we are.”Stepping into her bedroom and sitting heavily on her bed finishing off another drumstick of chicken, Mystique sulked and pouted alone in her room. “It’s just not fair…” There just wasn’t.