Blinking backat me was Corey, or more properly, what Corey had become. It was aperfectly hourglass fmale body with one addition; an enormous, pulsatin...cock. I touched the machine on its side, and it released her. When thecharging probe withdrew, she fell to the floor, like a marionette withits strings cut.I looked at the other charger. I realized for the first time that Iwanted to recharge myself. In the back of my mind were message flashingthat my power levels were normal; but I'm a human. “I mean they hit the spot.”“I was thinking of you when I wore them,” she said, “I played with myself. Could you smell the passion?”“Yes,” I responded rather shyly.Elise was the first girl I had ever met who spontaneously sent me a pair of her worn panties. I had never known such a phenomenon before. We had been talking on the phone for several weeks and exchanged photos. She said that she liked me and wanted to meet up, only it wasn’t possible due to the ongoing health crisis. Instead, we had. The Blonde also stood, he was wearing a white corset of a similar style, showing his hairless chest and pierced nipples. Both wore a loose skirt below their corsets. My arousal was growing with every second.I tried to move my arms to cover myself, that’s when it dawned on me that i was shackled to my bed, I muttered under my breath, Red asked in a mockingly sweet voice, “What did you say?”“Well ‘Played’” I replied, “so are we to exchange pleasantries, or shall we get on with it?”“Perhaps one. I had to tell her just in case she didn’t want to do it: “You’re going to make me…”“I know. I can tell from your breathing.” The breath caught in my chest: my boss knew the effect she was having on me with her endless little circles on the tip of my hidden cock. The shared knowledge made it so much dirtier.The next plateau was the one just below my orgasm; the table tipped in my direction as I dragged on it, as if trying to save myself from drowning… and then I was drowning. Adele’s twiddling.