"You know you want me." "Ouch you're hurting me." I yelped in pain. "I am sorry." She said, letting go of me. "The computer generated copy...of me changed expressions and said, "I am about to perform a tactical stimulation test of the suits sensor ability the V girl will massage you using varying pressures. Let's set the mood" I gasped as the world shifted. I was in a quaint little massage parlor. My double was dressed in a white apron and gloves. She asked me to lie down on the. “How could I not have?” he answered.“Well I just thought I was bringing it down on you too fast.” “Oh no, I didn't mind at all.” he commented, with a bit of a laugh.“Okay, that's good to know.” “So who taught you how to do that?” “Well nobody taught me - my friends at school talk about stuff like sex and well -” she shrugged her shoulders, “I guess you'd pickup on it after a while.” “Because you were really goo-” William was interrupted by Dan entering the room. “She was really good at what?”. My cock still ached from my Step sisters from the day before. They both smiled as they stared at me. I winked, when they licked there silver spoons, in there big mouths. My Step Mom had made them some oat meal. I had a big plate of eggs, and bacon. I pulled out my chair to sit at the kitchen table."Our you ready for our big day? I can't wait to take you shopping. I got a list of things to pick up, both for you and for me. The girls both said, they love to tag along. They never like to go. She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle in one hand. There was no smile on her face. Something was up."Your move," Mistress commanded.Todd looked at the board. The opening move in checkers -- there weren't all that many choices. He pushed a red piece toward the center of the board, diagonally."One square," Mistress announced, "one swat. Stand up and bend over, slave."Todd looked at the board. What had he gotten into? He rose from the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to.