Video discs, books, recordings. It had been quite a job. She'd paid for it in full as an artist should. The thing about REMshaping was that it couldn'... be just programmed - if feelings and ideas were to be inserted, they had to be imagined in every vivid detail. It was indeed a work of art.She stripped herself free of clothing, letting her toes play on the rug of the floor, and then slipped into the briny bath which was so close to human body temperature that it could allow her to stay in the. I quickly obeyed."Now strip, let's see what you wore for me today." I started to slowly remove my clothes, taking my time, doing my best to be sexy for him. I turned around and slipped my pants off, bending over to remove them from my legs, and giving Mr. Richards a long view of my ass and balls encased in the silky panties. "Come here." I started to walk towards him. "On your knees!" I knelt on the floor and slowly crawled around his desk. I knelt before him, looking up in his eyes. Once. Mr. Smith was not the only man to lust after Clara, though. John, the stableboy who tended to the horses, also spent much of his time dreaming of dipping his dick into Clara's pussy.Today was no different. Mr. Smith was in his chamber, caressing his large cock, living the fantasy of fucking Clara in his head. Clara, meanwhile, was downstairs, doing the laundry for the day, while the water boiled for dinner's soup. John was outside, performing his chores, and taking note that Mr. Smith's mare. Ahh, you little slut, I'm going to give it to you bareback, deep and hard!” “Oh yes, I love a nice hard hot cock ramming my pussyhard and deep. Bareback is my favorite,give it to me now! Give me your fucking cock you mother fucker! Sink it in as deep and hard as you can!" We had driven to a remote area. He pulled the car over, gotout, walked to my side, opened the door. He pushed my seatback further away from the dash board, then turned me around,pulled my skirt up, shoved his face in my pussy.