Standing back, she nodded to herselfthat all was as she wanted. She sat in the opposite chair then pickedup her pad with the selection of soft pencils... she liked to use. Shelightly started to sketch an outline; reciting to herself the standardrules of proportion she had been taught. "Head one seventh of theheight; arm span equal to the height." She worked on for a while,adding the contours to the outline figure on her pad, using shading andhard lines to add definition.She knew it wasn't going. She had a very natural look, not beautiful but pretty in a fresh sort of way. She was wearing cut off jeans that were pretty short, and her legs were well worth a double take. She wore a button down shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and the first few buttons were open, revealing an acceptable amount of cleavage. I was taking all this in as I worked on the hook, and she asked me if I was camping here. I told her that I was, that I had come up for the weekend to relax and do some. What have you done with my shy little Sue. Ok lets get shep on the bench.I set sheps pain threshold at 100 percent and set him to sleep. I put him on the workbench and carefully made an incision in the back of his neck and carefully slid the chip in. We could leave the cable sticking out for now. I stitched him back up with some fine fishing line and then covered it with a sticking plaster. We cleaned him and the bench up. there had been a bit more blood than I expected. We left a loop of cable. It feels fantastic – I really know I am being fucked, its much better than a dildo even and it gets a lot of use.Do you masturbate often he asked – About thee or four times a week some weeks – it depends upon how much sex I get.Well he said you may have to cut it back a bit – I know where you can get the real thing – far more often than before – if you are interested.I said if what I am feeling now is on offer – yes please. How will Jan feel about it if you start fucking me.He said I have.