The one who hung back looked like a sixteen-year-old kid, but with a weight lifter body. He wasn't as tall as I was, but he was built like a fire plug...and his arms were bigger around than my body. He finally walked up to Sandra, and I noticed that Doris had stepped back a little to watch the exchange."Hi, my name's Jimmy and I work here. I am very glad to meet you Sandra. Is it ok if I call you that?"I was watching Sandra's reaction to this young fella. He was obviously mentally deficient but. "What I said was that if you ate that bacon, you'd taste like bacon. Are your poor decrepit old ears failing?"I suddenly had a glimmer of what might be going on. If I was wrong, I was screwed. Well not screwed. Un-screwed, in fact. But she was too tempting, and I'd waited too long and my patience was at an end."My decrepit old ears heard exactly what you wanted them to hear, little girl. And now you're going to put up or shut up."Her face was right in front of mine. Those lush lips were only. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in was in her bedroom. She would find something else to amuse her and sometime during the day her mother would change my nappy and feed me and put me back in the cot. I could tell that her mother had sympathy for me but the happiness of the daughter she had always wanted was the most. Her lips full and her cheeks held a natural-rued blush. A golden kolar banded her graceful throat, etched upon it was the legend, property of Black Ox. Her shoulders were lightly tanned, as was the rest of her red-silked petite form. Her breasts, as with most kajirae, were very full with prominent nipples. They sat high and firm on her chest. Her waist was pinched by heredity and her hips were full. Her ass, like her face, was heart-shaped. Her mons and the twin-fruit of her sex were.