Long false eyelashes became part of mydaily routine.As I no longer had any bladder control, I would wait for the command,"Service Unit, report to the ...bathroom and utilize the waste removalvalve."There were also a few instances where, rather than responding to ateacher vocally, I had used my 'real voice' to respond by pushing thebutton on my bracelet. This drew some looks, to say the least.One afternoon , upon returning home and donning a pink and white rubberuniform complete with matching. I went to a bar and had a few drinks. More than I should have. I let myself get picked up by a man I had only met a few minutes earlier. I went to his motel with him and ... I had sex with him."I knew it was wrong and the next morning I felt horrible. I had cheated on your father and he didn't deserve that. I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. I felt that way for days before it began to wear off and I put the incident in the past as a bad memory. Something I would never do. I stood up and positioned myself at that entrance; it was pulsating as she waited for me to insert my rigid prick. I entered her softly and gently, working my rod in inch by inch until I was fully inside that velvet chamber of hot love juice. We fucked for about another twenty minutes or so until Nan couldn’t hold back any longer and she screamed that she was cumming. I also let go of a load of spunk that I had been saving for a couple of days and we were in a glorious union cumming. She need not have worried. She had a fine straight back leading down to high, firm buttocks. ‘Hmm,’ thought Anna, ‘A man of sixty plus might think me worth a second look, but not one of thirty.’ With that thought Anna decided the chapter was closed. She would think no more in the night of handsome Blake. But Anna in this respect had an Achilles heel. That heel was the computer. Now it might seem odd that a computer might lead to a dramatic change in a person’s self image, but in Anna’s case, it.