My mother, another mind slave working as a dance joint hooker.My mother, another mind slave working as a dance joint hooker. What else could Sheila do to ensnare me to her will? "I wasn't looking at her." "Don't lie, Cissy. Yes, you were. You were looking at that woman and you know it." I had been looking. She was very attractive in a sophisticated way. Sheila had done nothing to curb my male orientation. I still preferred women as my sex partners. It's just that I spent all my time getting ready for men. "Since you like her so much, I want you to go over to her and tell her that you've locked your keys in the car and can she help?" In a minute, she in her expansive suit and I in my pink stretch pants and tube top were walking through the parking lot. She never had a chance. Sheila plunged a hypo of mindtrancers into the woman's exposed neck and in moments she was as docile as I was. "Take a good look at her, Cissy. Why is she so attractive to you?" "She's pretty, she has beautiful dark hair and she dresses very well. |