I had a good idea of what she was planning so I told her clearly not to do anything she wasn't supposed to. I continued working and got home around 1... that night. She finally showed up close to midnight with her outfit and hair in disarray.. as if somebody just fucked her brains out. I didn't pay much attention as I was exhausted and she didn't explain it to me. A few nights later we get in the bed after kissing and taking off each others clothes and as soon as I slid my cock in something was. “I’m gonna take a peek at how your cute tities are growing…” he laughed, as he pulled up her nightshirt, at nearly 14, her tits had taken on a very nice tear drop shape, and filled a B-cup. He loved to check on how well they were growing.Sandra breath caught, and she choked, crying. It was useless to try and talk with him…. when his perverse urges took him, he was impossible to deal with.Her lovely tits thrust up before his staring eyes, her candy-pink nipples were hard and pointy. With a wild. She thought about the girls she had left behind, the other Sandras, the Tinas and all the other pre-fabricated sex clones with whom she had spent her brief lifetime. She wished she could have brought them all with her, rescued them all from the years of sexual slavery they were destined to suffer, but it would have been just impossible. Besides, would they have wanted to come? They were all designed for subservience, their DNA had been coded to make them docile and open to suggestion;. I'd come away without anything by way of a change of clothes or toiletries, and that had to be fixed. I picked up the lot and paid with my trusty plastic; conserve the cash for now. I transferred it to my now-getting-pretty-full backpack in the men's room, then walked a couple of blocks to what looked like a perfectly OK motel and checked in without a hitch. They didn't even need to see ID when I gave them my credit card, and the desk clerk said not a word about my showing up on foot, if he.