As aware as I am of the nature and physiology of the part of you that I will soon enter, I wish I knew who I was. Who was my creator? Was I always wha... I am. Will I die and eventually go back to where I was before I was born? For now, I am sensing your body. Your tanned arms and shoulders. The peaceful face, gorgeous in its sculpture. The sheet tucked over your thighs and along your belly. Though, I have no awareness of feeling touch, the tactile stimulation, that you can understand---yet, I. I then slid her shirt over her head and pulled her close again still keeping her pressed against the wall..i fumbled around her back for a mere second unclasping her bra and freeing those amazing tits of hers. I stepped back for a moment taking them in hungrily with my eyes before pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and resuming my kisses. i let my lips trail down her jawline and to her neck slowly but deliberately. I ran my tongue down to her neck, biting gently and sucking softly.. Yes, I’ll admit it, watching her in the bath, little rivulets of water flowing down as she rinsed herself off, I was getting horny as hell. Walking forward I knelt beside the bath and let my lips stroke across her neck, picking up stray drops of water as they sat on her perfect shoulders, reaching into the bath to add my hand to hers in rinsing herself off, concentrating on stroking softly around her breasts, her large nipples rising up to meet me in silent appreciation of what I was doing. She. To say Tittiefuck had been dumbed down would be an understatement. Now the only thing she was an expert in was being used as a fuckdoll. Tittiefuck bounced in front of Mr. Fink, not hiding her excitement to see her master. She now sported enormously fake boobs. Her tight, bright yellow mini dress with a plunging neckline. Her rock hard nipples could easily be seen through the thin fabric. Large plastic hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Tittiefuck’s makeup was excessive, to say the least. Her.