And, you know, big tits. And a round ass. And… Could she have some nice, pouty lips?” But then I heard that same buzzing noise, and my eyes narro...ed at the sound. Was my idea rejected again? “Sorry, but that de***********ion matches up with Michelle Michaels – a living person. Try again.” Holding in a grumble, I just nodded at the sound of the voice. It was an annoying little condition, but I understood where they were coming from. They were real people, after all, but I was still growing. Standing over my sleeping body he slowly pulled the covers off me. He began to get undress as he stared at my young helpless sexy body. With a quick move he picked up his knife and moved on to the bed. I felt something spread my legs apart. When I opened my eyes. I was in shock. I let out a quick Scream. “Quite bitch our I will cut your pretty face up”, Bob Said. “Please don’t hurt me”, I said as tears ran down my face. “Just shut-up and lay there, I’m going to have some fun”, he said. Then Bob. (So much easier for cleaning up.) Slipping one on I settle back, slowly sliding my foreskin back to expose the sensitive tip. My fingers slowly stroking as I imagine she can see me watching her. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets. Finally I decided to just go to the door, but by now people were coming out of their house and watched me get out of my car and walk up the walk. I got to the door and knocked the door opened and there stood the most beautiful woman before me, almost couldn’t greet her but finally I said greetings Mistress Mary I am maid Carla she looked at me and said your late! I began to speak but she stopped me and she looked down and saw my erection. She goes we cant have that now can we I answer no ma’am,.