I bent and teased, positioning my body purposely to give him the best view. I’ll be honest, and say, I thought you may have given me dud advice, as ...t the time I didn’t even get a flicker of a reaction. I was losing hope, but then, after he’d been in the shower, he joined me on the sofa, the smell of his freshly washed body fuelled my desire further. I asked him, “Babes, would you like to tickle my back?” I love having my back tickled, the feeling of the contact of his fingers as they stroke. Oh god, thank you so much Mistress.Do you like having your nips twisted, bitch?Oh yes, Mistress. My nipples were made to be tortured by you. I love it.Mistress Maja spat in Donna’s face.God, you’re pathetic.Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress. Please punish me hard for being such a lowly cunt.I will, bitch, I will.Mistress Maja brought her hands down on Donna’s tits hard. The first slap already made her tits red but Mistress Maja continued until Donna could hardly feel another slap and her tits felt. Her green eyes sparkled and a sexy, mischevious smile appeared on her lips. She kissed him, holding the expression as her hands made their way down his front, lightly touching the top of his vital mass, rubbing the top through his pants fabric. She released her lips from his, rolling him over, straddling him, before leaning in and kissing his neck, then his chest, then his abs, then deftly pulling away his coverings and giggling as his happiness leapt up to meet her. She looked at him, wiping. Mewtwo, it was supposed to be called. A clone of the legendary Mew, ancestor to all modern pokemon.The original had been powerful. Projections and recreations had shown that it was supposed to be able to use all the attacks that modern Pokemon could and with a startling amount of proficiency.The successor was supposed to maintain that versatility, albeit in a mildly reduced form. A trade-off to maximize its power and psychic potential.It was supposed to have worked. By their original time.