After that, Abigail found herself sucking on the fake cocks around the clock. She was a bimbo fuckdoll. The next morning Abigail went to a plastic surgery clinic. I’d love to see you there. When she went back to the class on the following Wednesday, they moved her to an “advanced class”. She had become a prostitute. Once again, she constructed them nude, and this time she found herself deliberately opening the front curtains of her house so people could see her as she walked. “This is unexpected, sugar,” he said. All the time she was saying, “If I deserved respect, I wouldn’t be doing this. It felt so good to have her mouth around a cock. She had to just let it drip out of her, naturally. That would disrespect the cock she now knew was her master. Give me the time and date!” came the reply, finally. And then her brain turned off, and she went blank.
