The second bathroom was more difficult than the first. Almost no onehad used it in a long while, and Susie had not been cleaning it. Itwasn't gas-stat...on filthy, and it was fortunately smaller, but evenwith the powerful chemical, the grime in the regular-sized bathtubrequired serious scrubbing with the rough side of the sponge to thepoint that his arms started to ache. He chuckled behind his pacifier atthe idea that being a sissy was actually going to put muscle on him.The toilet was the same. " I said, with faint smile as we met each other's eyes. "I thought you said you'd be patient, and wait for me to give you permission to come? What's changed?" I know I promised that, Master. I'm sorry. But I've waited for so long now! I don't think I can take any more of this!" Patience, Walter. Patience. You and I both know that you can take a lot more of this! You love these moments. Don't you?" I do, I do! But..." But what? Walter. Huh? I seems to me that your not really wanting to submit to. “Don’t you want to connect with me, Henrietta?”“Yes, yes, yes, Etta,” gasped Tabitha, her fingers clenching on her desk, her ass humping back into Tansy’s thrusting tentacle. The brunette moved behind my friend, lifting her skirt up to stroke Tabitha’s rear directly. “Connect with her.”Don’t, Merita shouted in my mind. My alien lover trembled in my thoughts. The women are all connected serially. The nanites are infecting them and turning them into processing units. This is what I was afraid. Having said that, she does like to play act for me, knowing how much I love the sight of two women pleasuring each other. I guess, it's the old, 'time will heal' thing. She's certainly very good at meeting people and I am sure she will, one day, meet Mr. Right.It might be that she'll eventually accomodate her religious beliefs once more. I can't really help her there, can I? But she still surprises me with her ability to believe.Angela has met a 'nice' boy during this, her first year in a new.