I'd lost count of the times this had happened to me though and I ruthlessly suppressed the hopefulness and quelled the incipient joy; too often it had...lead to disappointment and pain. I waited for the familiar emptiness to descend and when I felt my equilibrium return I opened the door.And there she was.I felt my jaw drop; I tried to speak but no words would come, I gave up and just drank her in. A thirst in my soul that I had all but forgotten was suddenly apparent by its disappearance. I felt. He says he knows what you are, you’re just haggling about the price. That’s me. I’m the girl being offered a hundred to stick that up my arse. And be photographed, let’s not forget that part.”“Of course,” I said, stalling for time a little. “Thing is, Lia, you’re sure that’s what he was after, that you having that ... there, that was his primary objective? You don’t think that maybe he just wanted you to be as realistic a catgirl as you could be, and that’s the most realistic way there is to. Thomas, my research assistant, an eager little beaver, says she strips naked the second she is in the laboratory. I can tell she makes him uncomfortable. I’m sure she arouses him. But at least he isn’t the one inserting these metallic tentacles into that bare and desperate pussy, looking into 732’s eyes as the large mechanical cock writhes around inside of her. I can’t bring myself to call her Alice, despite how kind she is to me.I’m a scientist, not a nun. I knew there were fucking machines,. I whispered, ‘Can I see too?’She said quietly, ‘Just keep doing that a little longer. It feels nice.’I complied and stroked her labia softly, letting my fingers slide along her wet pussy, up and down. I was turning the folds of skin in my fingers, exploring her with my hand, occasionally pushing my finger deep inside her creamy wet vagina while manipulating her clitoris with my thumb. She was letting me do anything I wanted.She moved her foot under my gown now until her toes were touching my.