"What do you want me to do?" I robotically asked and gulped; the air was thick with my anxiety and she seemed to be oblivious to my nervousness."I wan... some bottomless pictures first," she told me, with a grin. "Make a statement against all the topless pictures that are so pervasive in our society, don't you think?" I nodded, not able to disagree with her artistic assertion, but was glad that there was a counter between us. I found myself smirking broadly like a creature from Alice in. I braced myself as he plunged to the hilt. I screamed loud when he pounded at me. I did not mind the pain that was causing his thick cock. I just could not stand that brutal pounding; the sudden brutal slam of his body driving his dick deeper into me.He has moving faster now, my face rubbing painfully into the pillow. I could feel his hairy belly rasping over my ass as he fucked me. All of a sudden I moaned and immediately felt ashamed. This stranger bastard was making me feel good and I could. Then there is you. I checked out your story of being in exoskeleton prototypes. Your claims were highly probable. If not for your personality, we would have claimed someone downloaded your brain and reprogrammed you into another brain in a bigger body. Honestly, I didn’t give a shit anyway. I was just curious more to get rid of my desk-driving fat. What put you back on our radar is that you didn’t need anything to protect your vision from any level of light any longer, and we couldn’t detect. "Nice pick, Shane," he said, talking to Sir. Sir nodded, and smiled at me."Slave, take your clothes off," he said sternly. I obeyed, peeling off the dress, jacket, and thong. The man came closer, inspecting me. He suddenly grabbed my shaven pussy and rubbed it for a moment. He ran his hand up to my breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze."Very, very nice."The man walked over to a cabinet, and opened it. There were several small boxes inside, with various labels on them. Clamps, gags, plugs,.