"Regina-" he calls me by the character's name from my story, about a pirate wench who steals more than just gold booty - "What are you doing in my rum...cabinet?"I fall into character, "You know I can't resist a good bottle of rum, captain."I feel the blunt edge of the sword between my legs. Xavier begins to slide the edge against me, rubbing against my clit. I moan and my fingertips dig into the wood of the wardrobe. "Do you know what happens to thieves on my ship?" he growls."Mmmm.. perhaps I. ” he said just before his mouth closed over mine, his tongue teasing my lips until they opened, his tongue tasting and taking what he wanted.I moaned softly when he picked me up and carried me effortlessly back into the living room and set me down on the sofa.“Tell me darlin’ what do you want?” he said his hand resting on my upper thigh stroking me gently.“I, nothing,” I managed to say looking away, “a deal’s a deal. I’ll stay the night.”He chuckled and said, “Don’t be coy sweetheart it doesn’t. And, even more spectacularly, not a single one of these unions has ever ended in divorce!In this hectic modern age, why invest in a partner who WON’T meet your every need? Love Dolls rely on the most advanced artificial neural network in existence to accomplish just that; whether they’re behaving in line with your custom mental specifications, those of a celebrity or fictional character - or even scraping the neurochip data of your friends and family in order to replicate their personalities -. They sat and talked quietly and sipped their drinks until Dave finally showed up.I looked up when he came in. But I couldn't look him in the eye. I was too humiliated. I saw him when he looked at me. He was obviously worried by my abject appearance.He quickly drank the shot of that mind warping drug that had been waiting for him. Then he was ordered to go over to me and piss all over me. They told him that once he had done that we could go home.Dave looked at me. I saw the anguish on his face..