She was perfect. Perfect in bed. Perfect in mrs obedience. Perfect in anticipating my needs. If she lacked givens anything or any skill or any kink or quirk I could add givens it rose. She mrsmyfriendshotmomrose spoke the perfect words (I had written mrs them into the mrs program), made mrs the perfect gestures, and even simulated cumming at the precise moment mrsmyfriendshotmomrose I did. The mrs fantasy that we always satisfied each other perfectly was absolutely perfect. She didn't have a favorite hole or mrs givens myfriendshotmom position pictures. She mrs gave perfect head. She gave a cold mrs givens myfriendshotmom metal tit fuck mrs that made me thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in mrs clay. When she was done I was always a mrs marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the gods of sex. And thereby an alter at which mrs she could robotically myfriendshotmom worship myfriendshotmom. She was perfect with every food and its uses in bed. She was myfriendshotmom dom mrsmyfriendshotmomrose, she was slave, she was robot mrs, she was pictures dolly, she was mrsmyfriendshotmomrose painted canvas, she was a leather mrsmyfriendshotmomrose biker mrs bitch (if mrs I wanted givens); she was a conquered or conquering warrior princess mrs, she was rose a goddess, she was in suspended animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac, she was a mrs rubber and latex slave, she was a brainless beach bunny, she was a rape victim, she was a slut, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she myfriendshotmom was a wind mrs givens myfriendshotmom-up toy, she was kinky, she was straight, she liked it when I brought playmates home for her and me, she liked things in mrsmyfriendshotmomrose her ass mrs givens myfriendshotmom, she drank me like mrs I was fine givens wine, she sold mrs givens myfriendshotmom herself on street corners and gave me the money, she mrs masturbated herself so perfectly I came just watching. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized. She was what she wanted to be mrs. We were living mrs the fantasy. And it was pure mrsmyfriendshotmomrose hell mrs.... We mrsmyfriendshotmomrose were damned mrs givens myfriendshotmom.
I couldn't decide mrs givens myfriendshotmom which idea was worse myfriendshotmom. That she was completely gone or that some small part of her was still trapped in there experiencing mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the same things I was. If she mrs was in there looking out it was worse than any prolonged death. I knew, I was looking mrs in. In my shame. In my pain mrsmyfriendshotmomrose, in mrsmyfriendshotmomrose my loneliness. Into her robot myfriendshotmom corpse.
A dozen mrsmyfriendshotmomrose needles plunging mercilessly into mrs my mrsmyfriendshotmomrose manhood to hold me inside her forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire pumping into me as she mrs took her turn pumping me full. The chemicals blurred mrs my mrs mind. She begins to tell me how I will serve mrsmyfriendshotmomrose. What pictures my mrs function will be. She will not release me. She is merciless. She is the sum mrs of her program. I am mrsmyfriendshotmomrose ready for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to be submerged in a prison mrs of steel. Helpless like she was once. I wonder if mrsmyfriendshotmomrose my soul will be myfriendshotmom able to escape this unliving coffin. If I can escape then maybe she too was mrsmyfriendshotmomrose freed long ago myfriendshotmom. Somehow this does mrs not ease my mind. I do not believe it. I think I know I have damned us both rose to a soulless steel eternity. But still hope she escaped mrsmyfriendshotmomrose. I feel her begin to make the alterations, adding hardware mrs, inserting things, giving injections givens, preparing mrsmyfriendshotmomrose the program to run. The mrsmyfriendshotmomrose process is well underway. She pumps me full of mrs all the things I used on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come to rose life and now unnecessary mrs synapses burn myfriendshotmom out. The smell of burning flesh and fading humanity pervades the room. She will make mrs me like her. She has been programmed. She is everything I hoped mrs she would be, and now I had to pay for mrs givens myfriendshotmom making her so perfect. All mrs mad scientists must invariably end myfriendshotmom the rose same way mrs. This too is an ironic mrs cliche. A delicious one.
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