"If I didn't know better, I'd think you might have forgotten that key on purpose," Ray said. Amy didn't reply, but simply laughed.Amy stared Ray in th...e eye. "Would this help, hun?" She moved her chair back from Ray and lightly picked her ass off the seat. She slid her hands up her dress, hooked her thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties and slid them down over her feet. She screwed her panties into a ball and passed them to Ray. Ray was gobsmacked. He didn't know what to say. Did Amy. She continued to hear sounds she could not identify. And then the voice began."Hello, my angel" a man said in a strong and confident, yet comforting and even tempered tone. "First, I know you're scared, but don't say anything. Just listen to me. I'm assuming you're wondering what's happening to you," the voice said. "Well, I guess I should explain. I've admired your beautiful, voluptuous figure at work for quite some time now. You think in our cube farms, nobody notices anything. Well, I. “Busted”, he said. It was my stepson, Michael. Oh shit, I thought. For a brief moment I tried to think of some excuse why a had a growing cock in my hand in a gay bar bathroom. Nothing came to mind. “Wait”, I thought, “I'm an adult”. So what if I'm here. But this was my stepson. I felt a rush of fear come over me. “So you caught me doing what?” I asked. “You're cruising for cock.” he said. The sound of his voice speaking truths sent a shiver down my spine and yet I was completely turned on.. "So I think something's possessing me when I'm not concentrating.I don't know what to do." I started crying."I think you've got some sort of mental problem. Split-personalities or something. You need to see a doctor, man."Suddenly, I was angry beyond words at Marty. I jumped up andstarted walking away."I knew you wouldn't understand me!" I ran off into my house,leaving Marty confused as ever.***Inside my room, I was storming. I wasn't exactly angry at Martyany more, that had been just a burst.