Once or twice, Bill even invited me into his place for a cold drink or coffee, which I naturally accepted. His home was very basic and despite the ove...whelming smell of cigarettes and male sweat, it was fairly neat.On one occasion when he invited me, I noticed a porn magazine lying on the coffee table. Unsurprisingly, I quickly paged through it while he made our coffee in the kitchen. The pictures were extremely graphic and I immediately popped a huge boner. When Bill returned with the coffee. Whorehouse is common. Lady Heather's is unique. So unique that there really is no other word for it besides its name. And the difference is manifold.But the biggest difference is, this time it was my choice to be here.As for "feeling happy" when I saw Anna for the first time in years, feelings are still a new thing for me. Robots aren't supposed to have feelings. Any robot you speak to - even the barely aware ones - will attempt to describe the Pleasure of fulfilling a command, or the Enjoyment. ”“But she did!” the goddess insisted. “And she knows it! In her own mind, I saw the images she used to escape her past and come here. She did it on purpose! She wanted to get away!”“That’s not a crime,” Jeff told her.“It is when you take the only person who could have protected her family with you,” Elaine replied. “Her husband was in a position where he was protecting my sister and her Chosen People! This... witch... brought him with her from there to here! Without his protection, they were. I'm forever dressed as a female. And I can't imagine what punishment my wife has in store for me. I'm told to dress in suntan pantyhose, my 3-inch multicolored spikes. Then I have a black and silver shimmery top put on over my girdle-skirt as Sarina calls it. It's really just an open bottomed girdle. With shiny black satin finish to it. It has this elastic trim along the bottom, which helps it cling to my pantyhose thighs.With a small black jacket, I add my bracelet, rings, my perpetual acrylic.