That had me ready to fuck right there and then. I told her to stop and stand. I turned her around and bent her over. I lifted up her sundress and put ...one finger in her pussy to test the wetness. She was really wet and ready for my rock hard cock. I plunged my dick into her waiting wet pussy. She let out a moan. I slowly went in and out that pussy. Then I remember where we at. I put my hands on her shoulders and sound to pound faster. The skin clapping together as I was going balls deep in that. I had worked out my own solution! Scan an image. Just LOOK at it. The whole image, a book page, photograph or even an ENTIRE ROOM! Let my brain capture the WHOLE THING!!! All in one image. It would be automatically stored.The real neat thing was my new Spirit had the ability to sift and review images. I now had a perfect ... well, maybe not so perfect ... photographic memory. Images would be easy to scan and later I could retrieve the pieces needed from them at the time they are necessary.Of. A woman of substantial size and height came into the room. She was anolder woman with a traditional housemaids dress and apron in black andwhite, long sleeved and clearly designed for day-long cleaningobligations. Sliding out of bed, I tried to speak. I could not. Myvoice was missing. She told me that I was to be bathed and dressed byher, and that her name was Agatha. I simply nodded and was lead into anadjoining bathroom. She helped me into the tub and washed my clearlyfemininized body. Get my bearings. His spare set they were, and so I could hang onto them until ‘afterwards’.The name Bridewell is the generic term for a Town Lock Up, historically a small prison used to house prisoners arrested in the town, and awaiting their appearance in court. The name comes originally from a prison for vagrants and petty offenders in London, which was near the church of St. Brides, and also near a well, hence the Bridewell. Most large cities in Victorian times had a centrally based.