Her thoughts are jumbled, time beyondher. She's lost count, doesn't know how many, how long. "You guys almost done?" Krystal's voice, impatient, pet...ulant. Tammy moans,struggles to focus, her red rimmed eyes glassy. Her head is dragged forward,cum splatters her face, thick, looping globs hanging as she whimpers. "It'salmost four in the fucking morning!" Tammy grunts weakly as the man in herpussy begins ramming violently, shaking her, cramping her belly painfully as heshoots his load deep. . She was perfect.So I downloaded her image and hopped off the net. I turned on my Harmonics program, dragged the images across and turned on the Holographic Projector. An image of the girl appeared next to my desk. I positioned her standing upright, arms by her side and faced her towards the full length mirrors which filled half of one wall. I made the image full size with her feet just touching the floor. Half of my monitor contained the image standing next to me and the remainder gave her. I hurt so much. I'll do whatever you want. Pleeeease.” She broke off in sobs. “It’s OK, my dear,” Harold began in his soothing doctor tone, looking her in the eye as her gaze moved wildly between the cane in his hand and the erect penis between his thighs. “It will all be over soon, just a few love bites to remember me by.” She stared at him in stunned silence as she took in his words. Then shock replaced her silence as the cane suddenly reared up and came down on top of her. She thanked me for letting her drink like that, unlike my uncle who denied her.I just smiled and said that it’s fine. The first peg gave a fiery feeling in her throat. I asked her to lick some pickle or eat some mixture. She did it and started to laugh at herself. She said she liked it. Watching her lick that pickle from her finger turned me on somehow.I started to make one more peg for us and she stopped me. She said that it was enough as she wanted to just taste it. I tried to convince her.