After a few seconds, I saw "INTERFACE COMPLETE -- BEGIN SESSION? YES/NO" hover before my eyes. Taking a deep breath I said, "Yes." "BUILD CHARACTER AV...TAR" I was presented with a series of menus from which I selected the following : HEIGHT : 5' 9" WEIGHT : 122 POUNDS BUILD : ATHLETIC BREAST CUP : BB HAIR : BLOND, SHOULDER LENGTH EYE COLOR : BLUE NAIL LENGTH : PRACTICAL, COLOR : VARIABLE INPUT NAME OR NICK : Melissa Wylie Various other, more esoteric items were selected and I was off and. She could have just got up and run up the stairs but she didn’t. She truly was running out of time. Dad could wake up at any second and see us and she knew it. I didn’t respond. I just stood there with my dick out, waiting. I felt kinda like the family pet that shit on the new carpet. I wasn’t really sure what was gunna happen, but I knew it was coming.“I can’t do this… …I won’t do this” She hissed under her breath. She took a deep breath; looked over nervously at Dad, and then shot a quick. I have had more intense orgasms but none that had ever lasted as long as that one did. I was surprised at the amount of cum I’d produced. The butt-thing was taken out of my ass and the nut electrodes were removed. I was asked to get dressed and accompany Mrs. Issacs on a tour of the facility. There were several examination rooms like the one I was in and there were some rooms that had a lower examination table with couches at the examination end. Mrs. Issacs explained that the guests for. ‘Precisely,’ Megan said. It sounded politer than slave auction, anyway. ‘Only now, the charity will be for the girl being auctioned. All proceeds go to the bitch on the block!’ That had been Master’s term, but it was catchy. ‘Um, I’m not a bachelorette,’ Crystal said quietly. ‘I have a boyfriend. For eight months.’ ‘Well not any more you don’t,’ Megan said. Master had been quite specific on that. Slaves didn’t have boyfriends. They had masters, and men their masters told them to fuck. ‘Oh. OK.