" ... what the fuck did you do, Matt?" she whispered. If there was anything left in her, she would've heaved again.'I murdered Henry Larson, owner of ...he synthetic Simons, as per our contract, dear.'"Yeah, I can see that. What did you do to me?"'Tch, ' said the AI. 'No lasting damage.'"Matt..."'Fine, fine, if you insist on explanation.' Sounded like a sullen teen, rolling his eyes. 'I simply examined the synthetic control software. Owners have the option of controlling their charges, much like. While I was playing with her toes her sisters came in and found her lying bare tits and me sucking her toes. They got horny. I slowly went higher and up her thighs.Slowly as I massaged her thighs she got horny and started pulling on my lowers and pulled them down. By this time my dick was at full mast 6” she played with it. My hand had by now reached her pussy and massaged it and the oil I used also went to her bum hole and finger fucked both holes nicely. She was enjoying. Looking at her. In the meantime I could get myself tatooed with a big patch of pubic hair right where you want it. Describe to me what you are doing and feeling, Arnie." "I felt your slippery cunt give way to my cock head as I pushed in..... I felt like I have touched the end of your pussy tunnel..... I felt your cunt tightening and gripping my cock..... I see your minor labias moving in and out with my cock and your juice dripping down you thighs....." And then Arnie stopped talking and started slaming hard. He still couldn’t believe his luck. His own sex slave and not just any sex slave, his hot, MILF aunt and she seemed to get off more the nastier he was to her. He decided to test his hypothesis.Slowly, deliberately, he slapped her again and spit in her upturned face.“Sir,” he hissed, slapping her again. “You call me Sir or Master, slut. Is that clear?”“Yes, Sir,” Bridgette said, rushing to correct herself. “I’m sorry, Sir. I will try to be a better slut for you, sir.”Dustin couldn’t believe his.