Your own past won't disappear, unless you want it to. But you'll remember her favorite doll as a child; her first kiss; the night she lost her virgini...y; who her friends and relatives are; and lots more." I thought carefully. I couldn't see a single downside to this. But something prodded me to ask one more question. "What about Sheila's mind, personality, soul? What happens to her? Does she take over my life?" On the screen, I watched as Sheila leafed through another magazine, apparently. It chanced to be Ramzy El-Najjar, and he immediately climbed the tree and tore a small label off her suit to prove his claim to be first at the kill. Then he pulled her from her perch some ten feet off the ground and unceremoniously dropped her among the growling dogs below.She screamed as she landed painfully on one shoulder and was surrounded by large growling dogs, all showing huge teeth and apparently threatening to tear her limb from limb. Saliva was drooling from their slavering mouths. Then diverting her gaze she slid her mouth lower and I moaned with sheer delight as she then licked from the base of my cock to the tip. This girl was an expert as she moved her tongue back and forth and around the whole shaft of my cock as if she was sucking a lolly. Then finally as she reached the cock head again with her eyes looking back up at my face she opened her lips wide and started to slide my cock into her mouth. Then she started pumping it in and out ever so softly as it entered. "Olivia giggled. "Does this mean you'll help me?" Sure," Jenn said, shaking her head as the two left the laundry room. "Why not? What do you want me to do?" First," Olivia said holding Jenn's shoulder and stopping her just outside the laundry. "Put the basket down. You're the mistress. You have a slave who will follow any order you give." I assume," Jenn said over her shoulder. "That you're not talking about you?"Olivia smiled. "I would very much appreciate it, mistress, if you would use Molly.