I'm all alone. Where are you? “You asian locked up Alexis, too?” I demanded. “I had no choice,” Mom said. “The Protocol isn't done yet!” Anger flared through me. I threw myself at the door, putting all my weight into it. The metal door groaned. My shoulder throbbed, but it didn't hurt as much as it should, the bruise already fading as the nanites healed me. I wasn't human any longer. This door wouldn't hold me. I threw myself against it again and again while my mother begged me to stop. To be continued... PREFACE: Many years before the beginning of the story of Will’s habitation in the Mansion, a well-to-do gentleman built a great home in a certain Western city in the midst of a growing neighborhood of upper middle class homes. He built it there to completely dominate the homes around him, instead of just competing with them. He moved his growing family into it and they settled down to an affluent and genteel existence. The neighbors acknowledged his primacy in the small community’s affairs and he ruled with a very light hand. It helped the growing community to have things administered for all of their benefits, with little efforts on their parts and a lot of positivity for everyone living there. When he died in his old age, he had determined that even though he loved his children very much, that none of them were good candidates to take over the care of the magnificent home. So, he legally in his will made provisions that would go a long way to preserve and protect this beloved structure for generations to come. In that will, he made generous provisions for his heirs, but held back a number of assets to finance the lives and activities of those who would care for Fingering the Mansion. They wouldn’t have to work, if they didn’t want to, and there would be plenty of financial strength left for its care and upgrading as time went by. He selected a responsible middle-aged and single nephew to take over the house and in his will, he codified the process of the future Masters of the Mansion. His long associated law firm, took on the maintenance of the agreement in perpetuity for a very modest continuing fee. And they would make sure that all of the taxes and continuing expenses would be paid up on time. An unanticipated result of this was that the Masters would tend to have a lot of idle time on their hands. After a couple of short tenured Masters, a Wangsmo Marner took over the reins at the age of forty. He was a retired military man, elegant in his straight back, gray hair and Van Dyke mustache and beard. His piercing blue eyes mesmerized a large contingent of the neighboring japanese female population, the young and the more mature. Since the young girls of this prosperous neighborhood were somewhat spoiled and the Hairy wives somewhat neglected, he soon found himself quite busy after all in administering to their intimate needs. So, he soon discerned that he would need private spaces in the house lick to allow him to pursue his sexual sports with the women and to hide this activity from open view. He used a number of unrelated construction companies to do parts of this so that no one company would know the whole plan of his. He also used out of town businesses that were situated in all different directions. Plot plans of the remodeling tended to be lost too. There were plans with the city, but they were grossly inaccurate. The final touches of his fifty year effort was the installation of an elevator to climb from basement to attic. The next Master selected was Frederick Gordon, who himself made many alterations to the floor plans of the Mansion, including the developing of the Sex Romper Room and the ‘bomb shelter’ in the basement. He set the following pattern of masters living about forty years each in residence and also established the summer Family Weeks celebration each year to accommodate the extended family’s continued obsession with the Mansion. He also continued the pattern so far of the Masters being extraordinarily sexually active and usually remaining single to their demises. There were a number of unexplained pregnancies in the neighborhood, some with females as young as fourteen. No one, including the police for some reason ever pursued any determination of the origin of these situations. The blanket I had originally used the previous night was gone, replaced by a new one. "Ohh..." she moaned as Jason pushed deeper. My sucking mouth quirked in a smile, and I curled my Fingering fingers inside her womanhood as she had done to my tighter hole. At the least we both would loose our jobs... Jack took the ring lick and slipped it into the hole. Constricted. All of these kinks are what combined to turn me into a closet crossdresser that wore tight women’s corduroy pants and sometimes didn’t even mind buying them at asian the store for myself. However, before I can adjust to slap her awake, Sharon takes care of it. He said what about dad. I have wanted this all day. I wonder has mom ever had a Hairy dog to lick her out, or even fuck her? Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I walked around for ages with only a handful of people, all men, taking a second look at me. Even then I wasn’t sure if it was because I was a girl wearing a small bikini top over small tits and some small daisy dukes; or if they realised that the clothes were only paint and they could see my slit and little clit sticking out. Aware japanese that changing his friend's memories would require more finesse and control, James took a deep breath and plunged back into the river of magic that moved beneath the surface.