She let out a deep, “Oh my God!” as she shook and then collapsed on my legs once more. Her long legs spread wide as she fell forward on top of my...legs. Her pussy began contracting and squeezing my shaft. My balls were pressed into her hot wet slit as my dick erupted with hot torrents of well churned cum into the depth of her love tunnel. Her cunt contracted and released itself from around my shaft. Each time I could feel more cum being milked from my dick. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful. We wanted no rejects or defects, and each slut came with a punch list. When I stamped a girl's pudenda just above the clitoral hood "approved" it meant she was perfect, exactly as ordered and ready for use. There was only one way to tell. So I kissed them, licked them, kneaded their boobs and fucked their holes. It was a job, and I took it seriously and by the end of most days was cock sore.I had been enjoying my father's Bimbabes since I was thirteen, and he started bringing home early models. He put the wand's vibrating head against her clit as he began slamming into her, driving his cock into her like a piledriver and slamming his hips against her ass. Traci gasped and moaned and squealed as he abused her splayed-open cunt with his cock and the vibrator. He held her throat tightly and Traci had to work to breathe but she loved every moment of this. Mark pounded her pussy until his cock was good and soaked. But her pussy was not his end goal. He stroked her one last time then pulled. The gleam in her eye was triumphant as she held it in the fingers of both hands, and she stretched out on the couch next to me to get a better angle.For the next half hour I let her play, explore, and experience. I gave some instruction when she asked for it, but mostly I let her familiarize herself with the anatomy, accustom herself to the taste, experiment with how much of it she could fit in her mouth, and generally let her get comfortable with playing with a man's member. I let her know how.