She was still unaware of what was going on around her. Michael spoke to her every now and then but never made an attempt to tell her what was going on...around her. Michael gave her a few outfits to wear around the house when there were special friends over. He pulled her aside one night and told her to put on a white dress. It had a slit up the right leg and had a deep v-neck. Her large breasts almost fell out of the dress when she slipped into it."Why do you want me to wear this?" she asked."I. After some pleasantries we moved to the sofa. I soon moved in for a kiss. Her beautiful plump lips met mine, and before I knew it, our tongues were intwined; soft but passionate, it was one of the best opening kisses ever! Hands started to explore, but the leather sofa was getting in the way, so I stood, offered my hand and helped her to stand as I turn her around so that she was facing the door. Kissing her neck, I gently pushed her womanly hips towards the door, and without resistance she. You know what the whore needs..." her voice trailed off on that last word as she closed her eyes and squirmed a little in the chair, pushing her tits out towards me.I may have been confused, and a little out of it, but I can be decisive when the situation requires. In just a few moments, I made a mental transition, from nice guy neighbor to the dom that Daphne needed, the dom that I had been for her already, virtually although anonymous.Approaching more closely, I saw that her arms were bound. Catwoman didn’t even seem to be awake and, in fact, I assumed he had drugged her for the surgery and just took advantage of her. She seemed to be aware of the event when she came to, but there was a moment….yep, a moment where she saw me. It was right after she zipped up her crotch. Like a trigger, she was awake and the Doktor was ‘old news’ even though she had seen me, she reacted as if I had suddenly appeared! Weirder and weirder. So the Doktor was in on it, gave Catwoman the hints she.