Sheposted to my Tumblr text that read, “My wife has taken over this account.” Every now and then, shewould make me come over and look at the image... or movies.My wife pointed to some pictures that, in the past, I had jerked off to. She’d laugh and say how funnyit was that I couldn’t get hard. She would masturbate right in the living room, cumming with loudgasps of pleasure.On Monday, a large box arrived from Amazon. It actually was addressed to me, so I opened it. Inside,I found seven sex toys -. That kept things quieter and, if the prey was up to the task, they would only lose one asset ... me.They send me in to make the mess; they send some other poor saps in to clean it up.Somebody is getting the shitty end of that stick – I'll let you know when I figure it out.This job started out simple enough. The first day I had noted every car that parked near the school for any period of time – primarily when the kids were outside. By the end of the day there was only one that had come and gone. " "You should hear the names they call me, Freddy. Names like 'Astrology chart Barbie' and 'Tranny slut Barbie'...And your big muscle boys like to stand around me in a circle and push me around - telling me to 'suck, Fuck or Fight!" "I still think my boyfriends should get along." Freddy chuckles as if in dismissal, ultra dominant hands already petting his high strung lover boy closer into submission. "Doesn't get along with others." The wickedly in control ramrod lover decides to. “No, and that’s why we need women. Not only can they manipulate men, but they know how to do the same to women.”“And you chose me because I like women woo,” Harper surmises. “Why am I attracted to men more since getting this thing?”“Because I wanted you to be,” the girl answers quickly and without hesitation.“You wanted a robot,” Harper accuses.“No, we want loyalty,” Anthe counters.“You expect loyalty gained through manipulation?” Harper asks scowling. “You expect it by using this thing you.