The shower is upstairs. In most cases, your place is underneath, below, or behind a White Man. One notable exception is on stairs or escalators so w...e can get a good look at your girly ass. Proceed upstairs and the bathroom is first on the left. I’ll be right behind you.”“Yes, Sir. I understand.” But I didn’t understand. All of these physical desires were still new to me, and I grew up thinking only women could be sex objects. The realization that I was destined to be one as well left a. Screamed as the pit opened beneath him and everything dissolved in light.Somehow he was still on his feet, in a tube, a long cylindrical tunnel. Eyes adjusted to the shimmering pinkness and focused on translucent curved walls. Were they flexing? Yes, they seemed to ripple to the beat of his pulse. Now they were sinuously flowing, slipping past. No, he was moving -- the vibrolith transport strip underfoot was carrying him away. Ahead, he could make out a dark man-shape -- faceless, anonymous. In. .." his thoughts were brought to a shuddering halt as the train started to slow, its wheels squealing as the brakes were applied."Ehup? We're nowhere near t'unnel; wonder why we're stopping here?" Joe was saying. "There's people outside, and they've got guns. What are they doing?" He asked, looking out of the window.Then there was the sound of gunfire and people were screaming. "Oh, shit! It's the blasted British Free Forces!" Joe said as he ducked down under the window.On cue, the doors were. Stepping into the shower I took a firm grip on each girl's hair, pulling them to me, holding them close, I kissed each forehead, then with a simple command I released them, standing still as both went to work, soaping and rinsing, taking the care that both knew I required.Freshly showered and dried by my girls I left them to dry each other whilst I returned to the bedroom, making myself comfortable in the single well padded chair. I had no need of clothes, after all, if you cannot dominate.