Chapter 14

I did my best to shield my eyes from the glaring sun shining in the blinds in my bedroom. It was futile and I finally accepted the fact that the day had begun in earnest and I had better get on with it without dawdling around like a silly fool unable to contend with his alter ego in feminine form in the next bedroom.

It had been a sublime experience to dip into the seductive pool of my Eva the Jew-girl’s feminine folds and knew that I was both the giver and the receiver of sexual pleasure in a way that negated all space-time continuum precepts. I was still looking over my shoulder fearful of some cosmic retaliation for violating all the rules of scientific study in academia.

My hanging pole was no longer needed, and I was able to walk the hallways unimpeded by the ugly apparatus attached to me like an alien attachment to my normal male human form.

Eva was still chomping on a banana she had scooped up from the breakfast table despite the sign that said, “Do not remove any food from the dining room.”

The erotic nature of her tongue extended out around the banana was enough to send my male equipment into hardened readiness eager to test her flexibility to expand to take me inside her fiery core. The little minx was most likely fully aware of her sexy appeal with her tongue and lips busily at work eating the soft fruit of the banana with promise in her eyes that I found impossible to ignore.

When we stood in front of a mirror, it was impossible for me to not see the similarities in our facial features. Sure, she had blonde hair, but I suspected she had stolen that shade from a bottle at the spa rather than being naturally grown. Her pussy hair was the same shade, but I knew from the roots that she had taken care of that just to enhance her Aryan image.

In fact, we were like a pair of solid bookends reining in the passion of our sexuality and anchoring our fires of lust with our magnetic sameness. When I was inside of my Eva, it was more like her being inside of me filling me with the magic of our dual personality.

We both were given a twelve hour pass to roam the outside world the following Friday.

It seemed a bit contrived to me at first but then I realized we were still under observation from security units nearby. We also had the discomfort of ankle bracelets that monitored our exact geographic position on an instantaneous cycle.

I must confess, it was only moments later that I did Eva on the back seat of the city transit bus hoping that the other passengers would not be aghast at our animalistic behavior in public.

Poor Eva did her level best to contain her pleasure sounds, but a few whimpers escaped her lips during that little illicit contact that caused several heads to swivel around to determine the cause.

I took her to the salon in the mall and watched them give her a manicure and a pedicure with a young Korean girl in attendance. It was easy to see the Asian girl was attracted to her shapely figure and I honestly must admit it was understandable because of the way she was looking recently after the daily runs on the grounds of the residence and the workouts in the gym in the basement.

Let me state for the record that exercise was something I hated with a passion after heavy bouts of training in the Marine Corps that often pushed me to the limits of my endurance. Still, I could visibly see the results of her hard work getting back in shape after our recent ordeal.

The Korean girl whose name was Miss Lee had her hand casually resting on my Eva’s thigh and I knew that Eva was burning with the fires of lust to get the girl’s face down between her knees and giving her beaver some nice tongue action in the privacy of the changing room. I knew because I was linked to Eva in mind and deed like we were two sides of the coin of humanity only with opposite genders separate but equal.

Miss Lee placed a card in Eva’s hand that gave us the address of her sister’s massage parlor only a short distance away.

The massage parlor was crowded mostly with middle-aged guys looking to get their pricks pulled with a smashing “happy ending” that would add a touch of spice to their humdrum lives living with disinterested spouses exhausted from playing the marriage game year after year with little excitement to spark their libido.

The much younger Miss Lee suggested we do a “couples special” and she would have her assistant Mister Kin take care of Eva’s needs whilst she addressed my tired muscles on top of the padded table in the tiny room.

Naughty Eva pretended to be shy about taking off all her clothing including her bra and panties, but I knew from experience that she was absolutely dying to get naked and spread out for Mister Kim’s skilled hands to tend to all her neglected corners of her shapely figure.

I was slightly embarrassed over the huge erection I was sporting after seeing Miss Lee in her hot pants and sports bra bending over right in front of me with her heart-shaped ass cheeks only inches from my face.

The sound of Mister Kim’s tough palms smacking into Eva’s twin globes of anal delight brought a smile to my face because I knew how much my other half loved rough treatment in a controlled environment. She hated the torture chambers of the Nazi regime but was attracted to stern measures taken on her posterior regions by a skilled master of the art.