It was just something that never came up.As I look over and see the pic he is looking at I instinctualy grabbed the phone back and go "oh shit". We bo...th kinda sat there for a few seconds and he then asked if he could see more. As I start thinking about it, I got the biggest rush I have ever had. I said I didn't know and like a k** he started asking please, over and over. So I handed him the phone and stood over him as he continued to flip through. There were a few more of her in the shower and. She said sheheard of mannequins coming to life and was so lucky to have one herself.I then told her how the moonlight makes me come to life and how the girlsdressed me as a girl. I also admitted that I tried boy's clothes but theydidn't feel right.She told me that I should wear boy's clothes in the shop window when Iwas just a plastic mannequin, but I could dress up as a girl at nighttimewhen I was alive. It was because she was getting a lot of angry peoplethat complained that a shop should not. We exchanged our Whatsapp numbers. One night he sent a picture of his wife Amala (name changed) in a saree with her cleavage slightly visible from her deep cut blouse and her curvy milky hips.He did a video call from the field and asked me to talk about Amala’s beauty and sexy figure. My body winning over my hearts moral obligatory, I started describing Amala from her head to toe with dirty, slimy and sensual words. With each word uttered of his wife his dick grew. He started shagging his dick. She leaned back and shuffled around for a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, then grinned at Liz before nodding downwards to her feet, motioning her to begin.Liz took Ally’s advice of not thinking. Thinking at this point was unnecessary torture, futile. She just applied pressure at different parts of the girl’s foot, trying to immerse herself in her task, while Ally switched between channels. “Take my socks off.”“Yes Ally.” She said, and looked up at her noticing her grinning as a.