.." she stammered."Would I what?" he asked"Would you fuck me? I know I said I don't care for sex? But I'm so horny? If you're going to keep me, please...fuck me." Shit, Mindy! Your body is now a machine. I don't fuck machines. Especially sewage treatment machines!"With screwdriver, he removed the hinges that attached the top of the toilet box to the bottom and set it aside. Her wrists and ankles were still securely locked in place, and the many belts still held her firmly down.He screwed the new. .. we've shared a lot and you've shown me a curiosity about some of the edgier things I like to do with a lover. Do you remember when I said we should go on an exotic trip and explore ... ourselves together? You loved the idea ... so I sent you a list of what I would bring with me ... clothes, toiletries, personal items and jewelry ... and ... a length of rope and 3 clothespins! For months you've been asking me what the clothespins are for ... but I do like to tease. I like the slow seduction. I will just back up slowly now" Now now, don't be like that. I have something that is going to blow your mind. Ah here it is" Taking a small box down he hands it to you along with the basket. "Think of it as a universal celebrity remote. So long as they have been on television before for any significant amount of time you can modify them with this." That's all right I think I will just be going now" You take a couple of steps back."A demonstration is in order I think. I know I have a TV around. I feel underdressed. Or maybe undressed. I feel like he can see through me, not just my clothes, but into my being to the places no one should see. “Can I help you?” I ask, thankful my voice doesn’t waver.“Good morning, Natalie,” he says, holding out a perfect hand. His nails are trimmed, the cuticles neat. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under.