"Oh," she said, "Just clap three times, and a servant will come in."I clapped loudly, and in walked a beautiful young brunette in a silk bikini and he...ls, with a pink flower in her hair."What can I do for you, sir?" Her voice was soft.I asked for water and something to eat. She bowed slightly, before leaving. Tara took a pillow and dropped in between my feet and sat down on it, with her head on my lap. I began stroking her long hair to her utter delight and I could hear her softly purring. “I was glad!“ she gasped. “I hoped he was being tortured by Satan!”I hugged her harder and kissed the top of her head.It took another five minutes before I began to feel her relaxing in my arms. She seemed to need to confess, and I wanted her to let it all out.“It was six months after Chris was born, after Rodney abandoned us. I was miserable. My parents were still angry at me and I had this little baby to take care of and I knew I had to finish school, but it was so hard!”I gave her a quick. They were contoured into a beautiful oval shape and shone bright red. I couldn't take my eyes off them. "You have such small, soft hands," Olga said, breaking my near-trance. "A shame you were not born a woman." I believe I may have blushed at that remark. "We are almost finished," she said. "Just some makeup and we're done. Nothing too fancy, just the basics. I'll be right back. In the meantime take off your clothes." While that request seemed a little odd, I suppose I'd reached the point. There was pain in my arms as I reached down hard, but the sensation in my clit was mind blowing. I moved my right ankle, spreading my legs further to allow more of my skin to feel the vibrations. I pressed it hard against my little bud and a moan escaped my lips. I was so hot I knew I could only last seconds with this plastic cock before it was soaked with my cum. My breath was coming fast like I’d been running. My legs trembled in a way I’d never felt before, my cunt throbbed and I felt light.