They pulled my clothes off me and I fought for real butthere were four of them.They even took off my shoes and all I could think wasoh no, I hope they...don't ruin my shoes.You think really stupid crap when you're under stress.The third one quickly ducked down and grabbed my legsbefore I could start kicking.Now I was helpless. My 'boxing opponent' slapped my left tit again, then my right, and I started crying and sobbing convulsively.Then he sl@pped my face as hard as he could and I got. It fell at our feet, and now her bullet hard nipples tried to scratch me. They bent, moving up and down just under my own chest.I pulled away. Looking into her deep blue eyes, seeing her absolutely clear face, framed by long golden hair, I was struck dumb. She reached down. Her fingers finding the top button of my slacks, fumbling with it then with a sigh she worked it loose. She looked over at Brittney. “Help me get them off,” she asked her with a giggle.Brittney came forward, unbuttoning my. I don’t feel loneliness, friendship or love so I don’t need anyone around me.’ ‘I forgot. You don’t feel: period.’ ‘That is right, Alex, I don’t feel. I wasn’t made to. I’m a robot, robots don’t feel.’ She stops me before I can respond. ‘Don’t say that, Alex, remember you can’t hurt me. Now I’m off back to work. Try and make yourself busy.’ I don’t see her again until the evening. She comes in while I am eating my supper. I don’t know why but she likes to watch me eat. She finds it fascinating.. I applied very little make up and I think looked quite natural. I wore my long blonde hair loose around my shoulders. I looked in the mirror and whilst id tried to cover up and look less alluring I seem to look even more alluring! I was out of time so it was too late to change. In contrast Jasmine came down the stairs in full make up very short skirt and very high heels with her breasts hanging out of a very low cut top. She eyed me jealously? Yes she was jealous I finally realised. I.