No part of Whitney was left. The replica smiled at her."No don't make me," Sherry said as she felt her nipples become erect. This was followed by a sl...ght warmth in her crotch. "Sherry" advanced toward Sherry. Soon, the replica was rubbing against Sherry."No! Get back!" Sherry yelled.It was too late though. Her chest was already inflating. Hair crept down Sherry's back. Age started pouring off of her. The newfound youth gave Sherry one last chance to run. She took it.Sherry pushed her replica. With the abundance of petslaves that's never a problem.There's always another one." She sobered. "That's part of what makes this jobnecessary. There are so many petslaves, and they've become so cheap now withthe new drug therapies the training facilities are using to condition themthat they've become rather a disposable item. I've seen abuse cases and neglectcases that are worse than any SPCA case you might have seen on TV. About thirtypercent of the petslaves we pick up end up having to be. We had been speaking online for some time and i had spent most of it psycologically preparing her and encouraging her. This was what we both wanted.. but more than anything, it is what she NEEDED. It had been a long time coming, and after some very some very carefully worded emails, i finally convinced her to make the long journey to my place.She arrived 2 hours later. The entire journey she was texting me nervously, asking for reassurance that she was doing the right thing.. to which i would. I will be able to tell you tomorrow if we daughters also will be crazy about Dads” Prema told naughtily…Sudhir was unable to concentrate on his work. His mind kept on replaying images of his daughter Riya’s curvy structure and the soft feeling of her buttocks on his thighs and warmth of her cunt mound on his cock when daily she sits on his lap when he watches TV in evenings.Right from her childhood that had been the routine, she would sit in his lap, kiss him and hug him and tell about the.