Not for love, lust, sexual activity, nothing. You tell me to jump; I'm just going to ask you 'How high?', simple as that. I'll do anything for you, Ro...se, even finger fuck you right in front of your father. Nothing will ever be off limits here, hun." Okay, Mom," I moaned, rubbing my body onto hers. "I love those fingers."She responded by smooching the top of her head and letting my fingers shallowly dig into her slit. I couldn't help, but to vibrate even more and moan slightly too. By then, I. Now we just slip youinto the rest of the suit, seal it, and we're done." The lab coated womenworked quickly and efficiently at this point sliding the remainder of thesuit up to his neckline, taking special care that the placement of thesuit's breast pads (another special addition to his version) were seatedevenly and at the correct height, before running the blue light over theentirety of the encasement sealing it seamlessly.Wheeling out a full-size mirror one of the lab's women told him to. Not just the stress on your body, but on your mind.? She tried to imagine what he meant. Would there be a day where the pain and humiliation were no more, where she gleefully accepted life as Richard’s sex slave? It was a long way down to such a pitiful state. But, as his body chaffed against hers and tore at her unwilling cunt, she thought warmly of such an escape.* Weeks passed. Each day passed in much the same way. Wakeup in the morning to Richard’s perversion . It's an eight-bed." I nodded. Cheap room next to the nurse's station. "Call 3 and let 'em know an interested party's coming up?" "Sure." He was already reaching for the phone. I headed for the lift. On 3 I checked in and stuck my nose into the ward. There she was, flat on her back with her head swaddled up like a facial reconstruction customer. I checked her hands and found the road rash from the tree bark that I'd barely noticed the day before. Yep, same customer. I checked her chart. They'd.