There was a personal recorder in Helios's pocket, a similar, though larger, unit on the exec's desk. There were two video and sound units in the ceili...g, probably part of corporate security, but the one that fascinated Kat was the one hidden inside a bit of sculpture on a sideboard behind the desk.The sculpture was of a Mobius strip, being lifted by a pair of what looked like manacles slaves. There was something familiar about it, but Kat could not place where she had seen it before. Linking. That put my mom as another first in Connie's book.Some 24 hours later, I sat in an unmarked van watching the trailer, and due to nervesmoking a well-tempered joint as Mickey, Connie, Jesse and I awaited the Dycus' departure. The two dumpy, middle-aged burnouts, showing no expression, climbed onto a Harley RoadKing and into its custom made sidecar and Butch stomped the clutch, engaging the well-loved bike on the first try. Just that quickly, the bike zipped through the gateway and disappeared. During the weekdays, I purposely didn’t fuck her. I tempted her so many times. Sometimes I finger her in my car, make her suck my dick, pressing her boobs. She was becoming too horny. I told her to have real fun in the weekend.Even she started to finger herself as she couldn’t control anymore. So when Saturday night arrived, I took her out for a drink. She had like 3 shots, and she was high, and she wanted to make out with me so badly. So I took her to my apartment, and she started to kiss. I suppose a bit of backstory is called for…I've always been naturally submissive. Growing up and even now, I find myself looking to please people and defer to others cause I've always found making decisions for myself difficult and scary. In most every relationship I've found myself in I've been the bottom, serving someone superior to me, a total omega. Adding to all this my conflicted sexuality in feeling feminine yet trapped in a horrid male body. I've always seen fit to stay in shape as I've.