Suddenly he realized that he felt no tension, no fear and he was looking forward to living this fantasy. He arose, checked the dresser and found under...wear in his size, got dressed and went into the living room, looked around and saw a kitchen to his left. He went there and started some coffee brewing. When he looked in the refrigerator, it was stocked with plenty of different kinds of food, at first glance, everything he liked. After he’d poured the coffee there was a knock on the front door.. . right there. ”“In the woods? Just standing there?” he interjects.“That's the whole thing. . . . it's the woods. It's wild. . . you don't have to hide or anything. a****ls don't hide when they fuck. . . . . ” I inhale to slow myself down. “I just felt like doing it. . and I laid my clothes down and stood there. . . and I did it. . and it was awesome! I mean, it never feels like that when I jerk off here. ” I motion around the bedroom.“You mean. . . you just stood there. . . . and. . . . ” he. I tell you I was nowhere near prepared for her answer. She said that her problem was the plain and simple fact that she was really hard up for a good fucking be it from a man or women if not both. I was floored how do you respond to something like that. I told her that I was sorry but I couldn't really help her. She said that she thought I was really beautiful and had a nice body what she could see of it anyway and that she would love to just play around with me and show me a good time. I told. I was at least familiar with the process by now, having gained what were essentially undead playthings or whatever from it already quite a few times. They were ... undead, not mindless, so not zombies per se, capable of reasoning, but incapable of disobedience. In all other ways, they were as normal as undead folks could be, but they lacked independence from me. They could actually disobey others, just not me. I owned them now, controlled them, bent them to my will. They all had the telltale.