From what I could see of the man, he seemed to be pretty tall and bulky. He wore a lightweight denim jacket with the collar turned up and a cap pulled... down low, so we couldn’t make out his face.. The gun he was pointing at us further distracted us from closely observing his features.“Move over this way, into the alley” the gunman commanded, waving the gun at us and checking out the street to make sure no one saw what was happening. Mike started forward quickly. I thought he might try something. In the end, I could barely wait for my nails to dry enough to putsocks and shoes on. A quick drive later and I was in the store. I triedto casually browse, looking at the men's section, browsing the slightlymore obviously gift-type purchases like handbags and wallets on the end-caps as I surreptitiously browsed the store's selection of women's shoes.But after 10 minutes of wandering the aisles, in the middle of my secondlap through the store I came to the realization that the shoes I'd cometo. Some of them. Every other day.”Natalie looks hard at The Controller. She believes him, despite her bitter feelings and pain.“They are like some sort of secret society?”“Yes. Very wealthy. Tremendously so I imagine if they can afford to have done all this.”“What is all this?”The Controller sighs and clicks to the next slide. It is a picture of over 100 people, taken outside, all in lab coats gathered in a group and smiling. The Controller, looking much younger, stands in the middle.“Ten years. I was his plaything nothing but a toy with a pulse to him. Oh god I craved him his hands were addictive every touch taking me higher. I tried moving my ass up and down while he thrusted I can tell he liked it he said ‘You’re a real slut aren’t you?’. Through my moans I said ‘Only for you ‘. He pulled my torso close to his I turned around as he pulled my hair we kissed.The scent of cologne of his disappeared. All I could smell was us not him,not me, but us our combined aromas made me melt. As he.