"How did you do this?" I asked. I couldn't feel any of the telltale signs of prosthetics, and even my hair appeared to be really attached. My face was...not quite mine, but more like a female version of mine. I tugged on a hair, and saw that it was attached to a real follicle."Congratulations. You currently inhabit the first completely biotechnological android. Your mind is in your normal body, hidden away so you don't freak out." She handed me a notebook, which I leafed through. The entire. Ashlee wailed miserably as her arse was whipped mercilessly, a brace of red parallel lines tearing the flesh. Oh fuck that hurt. Oh FUCK that really hurt. An inexpilcably delayed reaction, Ashlee shrieked. Yet as soon as the initial welt of pain subsided, all that was left was an intense, almost orgasmic desire. She gazed on, mesmerised as Anthony traced each red groove with the tip of the crop, her mouth sucking loudly at the air. "Oh God, yessssssss," she hissed, arching so her wet pussy. She undid her slacks, and slid them down her legs, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of the garment on the floor. Then her sweater, lifting it over her head and casting it away onto the carpet. She had chosen her sexiest bra and knickers, and now stood for his inspection, before moving to him and kissing him again, this time on his neck and chin.Again his arms went round her and his hands roved over her naked back, brushing against her bra strap.“Take it off,” she urged him, and he flicked. Its just that Im so frustrated lately Iguess. I havent had a date for so long I cant evenremember when the last time was. Heyit aint easyfor fat and ugly broads like me to talk some guy intohopping into their beds, you know?Youre not ugly and fat, I said quickly. Youre adarned good looking woman, Norma! Maybe youcould lose a little weight, but any guy would be luckyto have you in his bed! I took a deep breath. Imnot mad at you, honest Im not! And I can understandwhy you might be.