But the evidence was overwhelming. The doors to the Z-chamber were sealing. "Please!" I strained to get my fingers into the air tight seal. No purchas.... There was no way out except as a Bimbo-doll. Damn. I sighed in dejected fear.Like I said I'd been bio-modded in a Z-chamber before. To give myself more height, make myself fitter and more handsome, make my manhood larger, thicker and more sensitive and to give me pheromones to influence and arouse women, and put awe and fear in men. I’d tweaked. I shouldn't.She saw right through my lie. Smiling sadly, she stroked my cheek. "You could never lie to me very well. Go. Don't make her wait there." But... " Just promise me one thing, ok?" I nodded. "Remember the first night we met? You walked me home that night, even though it meant a near hour walk back to the dorms. I thought that was the sweetest thing anyone could've done for me. I wanted to jump you right there, but managed to hold myself off." She paused, as if uncertain of what to say. As long as they didn't expect instant service, and in this case, they didn't, it was okay.Figuring he was right, Astrid put the matter from her mind and turned her attention to the backlog of one-hour orders that had piled up during the lunch hour. Between the two of them, it didn't take long to catch up.Alexander had told her this morning that he had to leave at four, which wasn't a problem since Nicholas was due in at four-thirty. Astrid had momentarily forgotten that when she suggested he. I wasn't sure I could go twice more, but maybe. We retired to the kitchen. Poor Mary had wet a large towel and placed it on her ass. She looked at me and said that "I know I asked for it so don't feel bad." I told her I didn't feel bad at all. It's what you wanted and I aimed to please." Marcie said, "my mom is a bit of a slut, isn't she?" I said no, not at all. She's just a woman who knows what she wants and gets it. I said to Marcie that with her looks and body I couldn't believe she didn't.