A month before her birthday Amaya was looking through her mother’s closet for a pair of heels to play with. Barely hidden under a coat was the Barbi... Dream House. Amaya was excited at first and she never told her mom that she knew what she was getting for her birthday but as the days dragged on, she found herself a little bored with her upcoming birthday. Knowing what she was getting had taken the fun out of the discovery and it was something she had never forgotten. The package could wait till. You gave me the opportunity. It was just plain stupid of me not to have taken advantage of it." "True..." Dennis concurred. "But, then again, you were more than a little bit putout about the whole affair, and because you were, you weren't thinking straight." "Yeah... You're one hundred percent right about that. However, as you are no doubt aware of already, I wasn't just putout about it. I was mad as hell. So mad in fact, I couldn't see straight. I mean to tell you, I was really. Then I found her hunched, naked in a fetal position in a cage. With gusto, I rushed over to the cage. She sat up slowly and produced a meek smile. Looking terrible was an understatement. Her skin was lashed, and she had injuries that I couldn’t understand. A smile crossed her face. “Bout time pup,” she said. No matter the condition, just those words were enough to dispel any notion that she was a goddess. With gusto, I grasped the bars of the cage only to find myself transformed back into my. “Everything in the world ends up in sex if you come to think of it, doesn’t it?!” I replied.“How long you’ve been thinking of this idea, Tim?” Sandy asked.“Just now really, but I’ve been thinking of you for quite a while!” I replied and she blushed more.“OK get the door of the lab! We don’t want any audience, do we?!” she demanded.I rushed to the door, quickly locked it or so I thought, and came back. I put my hands on my crotch, slowly unzipped, and struggled with pulling my penis as it was.