“Excuse me,” she said in accented English. “My father would like to know if you would enjoy a bit of Cabernet Franc? We have glasses. It is exce...lent wine – Chateau Troplong Mondot.” The descriptive phrase, meaningless to me, was trippingly pronounced in perfect French. The girl waited expectantly for Emily’s response.“It’s scarcely 11 in the morning,” Emily said. “Isn’t it a little early for wine?”“We are in the middle of the ocean,” the girl replied, “and in Paris, it is five o’clock.”“A. “What I am Melissa, is a man of a certain talent,” he started answering her initial frantic questions. “I have a way of controlling people’s minds, and once I get in their head, I can make them do all sorts of interesting things. And well, I think deep down you really know why,” he grinned evilly.“What do you want,” she asked.“I want you, Melissa. ”Her stomach sank. Somehow, she knew the answer before she even asked the question.“Are you going to hypnotize me?”“No, I’m not,” he smiled.“I could. ..not fat yet not skinny."Jeez, Jake, whats the matter? You got a problem down unda?" I said in an Austrailian accent after about half an hour of itching. "Suck my dick, Evan." He replied. A muttering of 'ooohs' spread through our tight circle. "You would like that, wouldnt you Jake? That is, if you have anything to suck at all." I replied immediatly. Another wave of ohhs went through."I got more of a dick than you do, i can prove it." He replied. His face was a look of confidence.He stood. “This is AMANDA,” said the nurse as she winked at Michael. “I must admit I’m quite jealous of her, not just for her looks but also because of what she does.”Michael gazed over at the contraption. It resembled a beautiful girl in every detail, her fair hair, perfect skin and clear green eyes. The only thing which would indicate that AMANDA wasn’t a human would be that she was too perfect.“I’ve dressed her in a nurse’s uniform as it seems to be quite a popular fetish, the white also hides the.