This man was also shaved smooth as silk. “I am Tony, follow me please,” he said as he turned and left. I followed him down the hall to the game ...room. We entered and there was Jennifer in all of her glory. She wore thigh high black high heeled boots, a leather corset with her ample creamy white tits exposed and she had a riding crop in her hand. The odd thing was that Jennifer had some kind of extensions on her fingers that looked like claws. It was arousing and frightening at the same time. . . I don't... What's going on?" I stammer, confused."How do you feel, whore?" She asks me."I.. I feel fine I think... I have a little bit of a headache, and I'm not sure what's going on" I manage to say."Your programming is going VERY well" she says into my ear, her voice dripping with satisfaction."I don't understand" I say, more confused than ever.Just then my laptop dings, and it's a link to a video online. "Watch the video" Girlfriend says, and the phone goes silent. She's hung up.I click. She looked pretty yummy. The crotch seemed to dampen immediately. Oh!, she thought, I've got a cunt. Startled at the gender assumption in her new mind, she probed her old body, finding it in a mental form of stasis.Well, she thought, lets try this out a little. She summoned Jill from the kitchen.Jill came in momentarily, long black hair flowing back from her head, almost forming a lovely mane. Jill was almost five feet tall, slender with firm, not overly large, breasts. She wore heels bringing. But we both know that's only part of the reason why you're here. You want to get fucked don't you Susan? You want to feel my cock ploughing your furrow like I did with your friend Sharon, don't you?'Susan nodded. 'Yes. It turned me on when you stared at me and took the photos. Nobody has ever stared at me like that before.''Very well then, this is how it is. You are not, nor ever will be, my girlfriend. I don't love, or even particularly like you. You are nothing more to me than a fuck-toy..