Montana looked at me.“And our mom would die if she saw me wearing something like that. But it’s perfectly ok for my prepubescent little sister to ...ear them.”“I’m not prepubescent,” Bentlee defended.“No period, no puberty.”“I got fuzz and judging with you and Crystal, I should get it soon enough.”“You don’t have fuzz, I just saw you; Maeghan has fuzz.”Bentlee’s eyes bugged out hugely as she turned to me. “You only have-““Bent!” Montana yelled catching her mistake. They both fell silent and put. Tender and thoughtful. They'd started with a 'romantic date', a dimly lit, bijou bistro with red checked table cloths and candles in wine bottles, seventies retro-chic, everything a far cry from the hurly-burly fleshiness of the world of virtual hedonistic orgies.He'd held out her chair so she might sit, complimented her on her outfit choice, her hair, her smile, demured to her choice of wine, regaled her with anecdotes, made her feel alive and wanted and valued. Made her feel as if she were. They told me they couldn't wait any longer." He looked appropriately mournful, but a glint in his eye told me this was tongue-in-cheek.I laughed. "Sam, I don't think I'm going to be singing too many Schaunards from now on."He broke into a huge grin. "Tell me about it, buddy! I saw the Traviata review from here and got a little confused, couldn't figure out how Marko got back in and what he was doing singing brilliantly; the man's a journeyman. Then I saw the other piece and it all came clear;. Good girl ... You have been such a Good girl. Do you want a reward?”Moan.“I can continue. Would you like that?”Moaann.Sydney rewarded her new ponygirl with two finger-driven climaxes. All the while speaking instructions to the restricted woman.The RNA addition to Helen’s biological structure ensured that my student’s instructions would be permanently internalized into the former Villainess’s physiological makeup.Administering the fourth shot brought Helen out of her fugue.“Gently, gently,”.