”“Keep reminding me of that, OK?” I said, cutting off the call at that point.Indeed, Master PC’s program could seemingly change anyone into an...thing, limited only by imagination and/or conscience.Stacy, with a minimum of PC prodding, allowed me to experiment on her body. I took photos to document this stuff for Doc. First, of course, I made double and triple-sure her StacyPrime template was saved, as well as this modified Stacy.First, I gave her progressively larger breasts, along with. Every now and again he would push his whole cock inside my tiny little pussy and with each push i would get wetter and wetter. after me riding him, he then lay me on my back and leant over me with his cock in my mouth. to get him nice and wet i started to slowly deep throat him until i gagged (which i love doing ;)) when he was nice and wet he then kneeled over me and slid his wet, throbbing and hard cock inside me again. he then proceeded to fuck the shit out of me until we both came, with me. He was leaning as far back as the chair would allow and he stared at her with wide eyes. His zipper was open and his hand was wrapped firmly around his erect cock.Her own eyes went wide with shock. She swallowed hard and felt a trembling in her limbs.Without thinking about it she rushed over to his chair and straddled his lap. She planted a desperate kiss on his lips and felt for the hard penis in his hand. She pushed its head against her pubis and pulled her panties aside. Awkwardly and with a. "Yes, that's it. You are a slave. Is that what you want to be?" he demanded.Mrs. Whitfield nodded her head, although her demeanor had not changed. I speculated she had no conscious idea she signaled him thusly."As you wish. If you insist on being a slave, then so it shall be, but you will not be a slave to your own fears and live alone like a hermit. You will be my slave, warming my soul and my bed."She flinched like she'd been slapped, even to raising her hand to her cheek as if it stung. We.