His computer conditioned response forced him to bend at the waist.His computer conditioned response forced him to bend at the waist. He bent further and further until his lips could reach his cock. Then as impossible as it seemed, he sucked himself all the way down his throat, all the while continuing to stimulate his prostate. The inevitable would occur in a shattering explosion, sending torrents of cum down his throat. He would then collapse into sleep. When work ended on Friday don knew that a different set of commands would control his actions. He went home and waited. As night fell the change took place. It was then he knew what was next. Without thought he opened his briefcase and pulled out the business card of john Michelle and called the number. To Don's surprise he got a answering service that gave him a message. It said to go to a bus locker to get two suitcases, and then to be at an address at 9:00. He put on a sweatsuit that covered his now altered body and went to the bus station. Thankfully without incident he got the two suitcases and found them to be locked. He then drove to the address given by the service. At first he thought he had gotten the wrong address. The street was in a virtually abandoned part of town. Urban renual had not found its way to this neighborhood yet. But there at the end of the street was a small, unimpressive house surrounded by a very impressive fence. There was no question that the occupant of this house did not want to be disturbed. |