My eyes were the cameras, my ears werethe audio pickup and when I spoke then whoever I was speaking to wouldhear my voice. Well, they would hear a ver...ion of my voice. When I set upmy perception avatar I used my actual body as the baseline just as Inormally did and then had the computer run and produce a femaleextrapolation based on my features. When I saw what I would have lookedlike if the sperm that won the race to be me had carried XX chromosomebombs rather than XY ones, I really could not. "Your friend is my foster son and he's in there!" said Bruce who had to maintain form and camouflage."Friend Dick wouldn't mind if I helped friend Bruce." She smiled and sank to her knees in front of him. "He said you were very lonely!" she breathed before taking his cock into her mouth without hesitation. Bruce was completely perplexed by this and hastily thought about how he should react. She was an absolute whore! A dirty slut who gave her boyfriend's father a blowjob right here in the. Being alipstick lesbian was my fantasy. It would soon be apparent that Ellenhad other ideas."You make me so horny, baby. What's your name?" she asked softly."Marcia," I answered meekly."Don't be shy, baby," she said. "I like you Marcia, I can't wait to getinto your pretty panties. Feel this, see how anxious I am?"She pushes her hips forward and twisted it against my ass. I feltsomething hard dig against me."That's my cock, girl," she said in a sultry rasp.I must have pulled away because Ellen. Public humiliation is the worst. I don’t know how far they are going to take this, what they are going to make me do. I want it, but I’m so scared. Where will this lead, what are the consequences? I walk in, flanked by three guys, wearing nothing but a nightshirt. Fletch stand right behind me, reaches down by my sides and grabs the hem of my shirt. In just one move he could jerk it all the way up to my neck and show all the Saturday morning shoppers my little body. I want to reach down.