I absolutely refuse to enslave Little One into continual enhancement – even if she would consent to do it – and Ship, being her own master, has al...eady informed me that her primary objective is to quote, ‘Protect my Prime and carry out your orders’. She says she will obey me, but also said quite bluntly that she was not interested in spending twenty-four hours per day saving the lives of people she doesn’t even know. In other words, she wants nothing to do with this because it would take away. My wife who was then my girlfriend, had gone through a divorce. Me, being the naive, shallow person that I was at the time, thought that we should not let others know so soon that we were dating. At any rate, she would quite often sneak over to my apartment late at night, and we would have the most incredible sex. I suppose that should have been a clear sign that we were meant to be together, but I was unable to see it at the time. I just knew the sex was awesome. Her pussy would get so wet,. He sometimes still rubbed at his ass cheeks where they bulged from beneathhis tiny little microskirt, as he constantly struggled to remain uprightin his big stilettos.The game was easy now, but the boys sometimes still got in the way as theymade pathetic little attempts to jump. I smiled as I realised how to fix that.Suddenly every boy's chest bounced and jiggled uncontrollably as every brain the world vanished, erased from existence.Their huge, gorgeous boobs were now on permanent display,. “Oh, come on Adam,” she said. “You expect me to believe Rita didn’t tell you…”“No, really, I don’t…”“Bullshit!” she said forcefully, but with a smile. “That’s okay. But here’s the story: I dreamt about you. I did. A sex dream.”I squirmed and tried to change the subject.“Your hair,” I said. “You changed it.”She leaned in close to me. “Do you like it?” she asked.I told her I hadn’t yet seen her in a hairstyle that didn’t look good on her. She leaned in even closer.“Good,” she said. “This way my.