My balls were growing heavier, preparing to deal an even more impressive load as I decided on the next phase of her enslavement. Any longer and it could get in the way of her ass and I would not have that. Porn sex On my frame crotch was belittled by nothing more than a twig and berries, but that would change. Her gratitude showed on her sex-doll face and I enjoyed her renewed thankfulness. I could tell she wasn’t sure if she liked it, but eventually she would come to love her new “do.” Her hair grew halfway down her back before I was forced to make it stop. For her, sex was simply one continuous orgasm. She had cleaned up the mess I’d made on the floor and made sure the space was not only organized, but meticulously maintained. Her name was Carol, she had no surviving relatives, and her job was not in the least high profile. I may have unleashed the slut within her, but I had done nothing to change her apparently anal-retentive personality. She was at least a C-cup by now, but that was in no way large enough.
