"My name is Jeremy Winter." And just what do you do for a living Jeremy Winter--besides keep lonely or ambitious wives company, I mean?"Jeremy's disco...fort was suddenly replaced by irritation. "Look, Mr. Duncan, I don't know what you think is going on here. All I know is that I am fulfilling an academic internship requirement here as part of college..." okay, so he was stretching things, but this guy was getting on his nerves and evidently thought--reasonably so, given the evidence--that Jeremy. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. I leaned over and grabbed the massager and turned it on then back off again. She was looking me in the eye, but at this point she couldn’t really speak, she was breathing extremely quickly, and was biting on her finger to stop from screaming at the top of her lungs. I turned it back on and placed it on my nipples one after another. The vibrating sensation hardened them immediately. I then placed it on her clit on its highest possible setting. Oh. Her amazing tits, a little reddened, but none the worse for wear and tear. I photo'd her nearly clean shaven pubis, and opened her legs a bit to capture some shots that would be for nobody but us. I reached between her legs, and tugged on her hidden lips a bit, neatening up her pussy, making it as beautiful as possible. Then I put it on record and slowly panned every inch of her miraculous body. My body. Our body.I spread her legs so I could kneel between them, and stretched out over her, my. Hands over your head. Hands down at your waist. Your arms moving in smooth, effortless motion as I play with you. And deep in that empty, plastic head of yours, that’s exactly what you want. It may even be what you wanted all along, in the back of your mind. You wanted to be my doll because you wanted to play with me for a little while. If it is, that’s okay. I wanted to play with you too. ‘Of course, we both know that whenever someone plays with a doll like you, one of the things they always.