"Blonde, what else?" I responded quickly, half afraid that he wouldenter "bald" if I hesitated too long. The rest of questions dealtmainly with the s...ze, shape and so on of the "body" that I wouldreceive when I died.Actually the specifications that I gave him were those of a real girl.Slightly enhanced of course, I had made her about three inches taller,nearly 5'9', and a little bustier. But still patterned after a slenderlong legged girl I had known in collage and had been in love with. ”He strides into the recreation room where I had been watching Shakespeare in Love. He lies down with a sigh on the lavish couch, his head turned sidewise and eyes focused on the 60-inch television along the wall as he channel-surfs, then settles on a football game.A table is set beside him – potato chips and salsa placed on its surface. Languidly he orders Wang to attach the chain to my collar. My wrists cuffed behind me, I can only stumble forwardly awkwardly as Lord Mashimoto jerks. You’re a real naughty girl!”I wrapped my toes around his big stiff cock and jerked him off good.“Arghh...That’s nice...Mmmm!”His hands start touching my pantyhose legs. Oh boy, it felt so nice. He then grabbed my feet and held them in place and fucked them.“Mmm Ahh...! They are so cute your feet. Ahh Caroline, you’re so fucking pretty!”He stared into my eyes while he kept on fucking my hosed feet. I jerked myself off with 3 fingers and the rest sticking out like I’m drinking a cup of tea. And. He’d been a friend after all.“OK,” they acquiesced. “If that’s what you want,” filtered though into my head from the group.I know it was Stacey controlling things, but as we sat there Tom, wrapped in his Black Baseball Suit, floated into the room and settled himself right in the center of the table.“I know you heard us Tom,” Marilyn said. “Plus I’m sure you know what we did to that hit man.”It was almost humorous watching the black wrapped baseball look like it was nodding. Tom was obviously.