"Neil had thought of that scenario and had planned for it; any attempt would cause the small microprocessor to erase its program rendering it useless....The program code was safely stored in his head, "They are going to have to give me anything I want." Neil smiled, and relaxed in the soft leather seat. It really didn't matter where they were going, "I don't give a fuck what they do with my LMM, as long as they pay me big bucks."As the "Suburban" cruised down the street Neil started making a list. Brenda can dance. Once she saw “twerking” was a thing, she committed herself to doing it. My wife is both sensual and sexual. She had my full attention as she removed the last piece of her clothing. I was riveted. Every move, every gyration. It wasn’t just a striptease, it was a performance. Then she came over to me, music still playing.“No hands,” she said as she worked on my pants. My hard cock made it difficult to undress me, but she did. She pulled my pants and underwear to my ankles. I was. I havetrained that for a long time, because it is my intention to look verynice. I am very proud of Aunt Helga's praise when she notifies that.I use a brush on my shoulder length reddish brown hair. There were timeswhen I needed to wear a wig in order to show female hair. Aunt Helgatold me to let my own hair grow and sent a hair stylist to look after itonce a week.As icing on the cake I set up a little white lace bonnet onto my hair.Now my dressing is done. I finally check my appearance in the. Their plan was to make thirty-second, forty-five-second, one-minute and three-minute versions for both the web and television.“We’ll get you into the CGI studio to get your body mapped this morning. This afternoon you’ll do the voice work.”They took me to a room that had a smaller, circular room inside it. I was put into a bodysuit that was covered in sensors. They explained that the circular room had cameras and sensors embedded into the walls so I could be seen from all angles and they could.