.”“Bimbos,” I moaned. “Yes, a bimbo at his beck and call. Someone he could use for his lusts. And he can override me. I'm just the assistant d...rector.”“And then it'll have an FDA fast track to market?” I asked, humping harder. My orgasm swelled in the depths of my pussy. “We can't have that.”“No,” Ivy said. “Now maybe my boss isn't the horndog I think he is, but...”“Oh, he is. He's a man. They're all thinking with that nasty thing between their legs.” The world would be far better place without. She was dressed in a Black & White suit, she was dressed in that manner to give her the appearance of a real Cow and to conform with her mind set of being a cow. This immediately brought memories of my first slave when I resided in Qld to the north of Brisbane.We had met in the Local BDSM scene back then were a good match, it didn't take long until I offered her My Collar which she was very happy to accept & wear.About 3 months later, after chatting to a Dom at a Party, and him telling me that. "They're both Western Australian," I remarked. "I'll just order, OK?" Ayup. I never heerd o' them. But that don't matter.'"OK, Charlie," said Weena, "While Gordy's busy, tell us what's troubling you." Well, it ain't a much of a story." We've got time." Gordy came back, followed by a waiter with three large frosty glasses and three bottles."Down the hatch!"Charlie tipped his beer bottle, ignoring the glass, and started his tale. "OK. Here goes. I met this guy at a stock meetin' in Atlanta. He. “Oh, but you aren’t here. A clone we grew had an unfortunate accident. A shuttle malfunctioned docking to a starship and the body burned up on re-entry.”I kept silent. I had a suspicion that ImpSec, or rather Amantil, might not be fooled at all, but did not want whoever it was to know that.“So why am I here?”“We wish to create our own Cures, or at least have one for ourselves.”“I fail to see how you can make me co-operate,” I shrugged.“Oh, there are ways,” he chuckled as I was hit by a neural.