I thought I noticed a smile on Mom's face when she noticed, but she continued what she was doing. I related my story and Jackie noted her similarities...Mom thought about what we had to say, but didn't have a comment for us. She did have some news, though. She told us she had hired a private detective to help find out why the unsavory element in town was out to get us and to find what they were looking for. The guy had a real weird name, too. Philo Vance, private detective. Mom said he came. "Since you have obviously forgotten I will tell you this once more before I give you a whipping. You are no longer a free woman but are a slave to Dad and I. Yesterday on your 35th birthday you became officially a slave. And you will from now on do everything either one of us tells you to do. Including getting up!"He then shackled my wrists and ankles with my body facing the wall and using the Cat-of-nine-tails proceeded to whip me over and over again. This was not just a whipping that I. As it turned out, 40-1 wasn't the only prototype, there were over two dozen male and female models to be used for the "fine tuning" the military had requested. I was supplied six of these prototypes, three male and three female to experiment with, and began the task of making them each quite different.One of the first problems I had was shutting them up. They were so human like, they kept asking questions, something that I had installed in the microchip, the desire to further their knowledge,. It didnt take her long to change and when she came back in the den she was wearing a thin pleated short skirt a button up shirt with the top two buttons left unbuttoned. She had a bra on that pushed her thirty four b cups into a pair of perfect round sexy tits. I jumped up and grabed my keys. I take it you arent wearing panties I said to her. Of course not she replied. Well can I see it now I asked again. Again she said no but you can watch me keep it pumped as we drive to the mall. As soon as.