Her tongue eased its way into my mouth and I tasted the warming taste of red wine on her. A moan escaped my lips. Frustratingly, Aimee removed her han... from my thigh, which was centimetres away from my now fully erect cock. She stopped kissing me and took the half empty glass of wine from my hand and placed it on the table along with her own. She sat back and put her arm around my waist, gently pulling me around towards her.“Get on top of me,” she said.I knelt on the sofa, the bulge of my cock. You'll be everything a G-Woman ever wanted with big firmTits, a great Ass, and legs all the way to here."Nervously, Mark pointed out, "That's part of the problem. According to thefine print, even my personality and memories may be erased or altered atyour whim. Not only that, but the terms of employment is open ended givingno set time limits for return of the original personality or re-payment ofthe debt." My attorney advised me to trash this thing because this is nothing morethan selling. It has a shirt to go with it that looks like a schoolgirl shirt too, only it is a half shirt and shows a lot of my tits and cleavage. It also has stockings that come up to here, she pointed to a spot on her upper leg about five or six inches above her knee, that have little black bows and black schoolgirl shoes with four inches heels on them. It is a set, but why may I ask. Because I am taking my slaves dancing at a club tomorrow night and that is how I want you three dressed, was all her would. She would be a virgin, but willing to do just about anything her partner asked of her in bed without any embarrassment or disgust.Dawn was just starting to lighten the yard outside my window when I finished the personality. Done? Nope. Next it wanted her name. I came up with Alison Elizabeth. It didn't ask for a last name. Instead controls came up for her voice. I must have heard the words "Hello, my name is Alison Elizabeth" come over the speaker a 100 times as I tuned her voice. First I made.