This new change meant for the rest of each day, I would struggle to gethorny at all. It was like a full day of post orgasm shame. The horninesscouldn'... distract me like it used to, because it wasn't there. Every timeI sucked a cock, or was fucked, or put on my maid uniform, or a sexytight dress and heels for a client, or did my chores, I felt grey andbleak and numb. Everything I did felt like a chore. I no longer hoped forthe day I may orgasm, as I was cumming every morning, and I hated. .. cock ... rocks!” Sandy tightened up even more and squeezed as much cum as she could from my balls into her bottom.“Ready to wash up?” I scooped Sandy up and carried her to the shower without waiting for an answer, making her giggle with delight in response.“God, yes! I’m yours in every way, forever, Master! Forever!” Sandy told me with several repeated kisses to the face.“Damn, baby girl, you are so full of enthusiasm!” I told Sandy as I held her tight to my chest and stroked her lovely. Or is it me? Or am I just another person lost in the world of today. The only thing I never really could get is an understanding of is when this power struggle would finally end.Living my life in the closet was going to definitely lead me more than up the garden path, I was sure one day it was going lead to me to the insane asylum up on the hill. My Auntie Muriel had been sent to the same insane asylum some 19 years ago when I was just a wee lad. My name is Drake, I'm 25 and no I am not an. Just in case.”“Word from our Allies. All is ready,” Gust informed me.“The ordnance is loaded and the Troopers know what to do here,” I replied.“AI, please inform all concerned, the mission is a go.”“Message sent,” the AI answered. “Acknowledgements received.”From various Assault Carriers, hurriedly stealthed landing craft took off, gingerly, in most cases. Though impact damage was not normally an issue due to AI overrides and safety protocols, but no one wanted that one in a million collision.