She looked like a sculpture of feminine perfection – perfectly proportioned, tight, and soft. Indian sex “Urgh-th-thank you-argh-Master.” She replied, voice strangled by fluid and her own panting. She leaned into it, and relished the opportunity to exercise her genuine modelling skills, making sensuous expressions and poses that artfully framed her perfect figure. That made The Master’s pants bulge. He hardened some more as she began to suffocate. “Yes he will, I decided to accelerate your retirement.” Master said, softly, as she burst into tears, and slowly left, whispering her last “Yes, Master.”
57 felt a chill down her spine once more, as she watched the woman go to a painful new phase of her life. Having served thousands of women, she had after years developed an appreciation, if not an equal preference, for women. But there were no boundaries. Hormones and proteins – everything required to keep her body perfect, and even with enough estrogen to cause her tits to swell, her skin to grow tender, her libido
