When she arrived at the designated address access, she kuntfu discovered kuntfu it kuntfu was the newest and fanciest high rise downtown kuntfu. Boy. These people are for real. She took the elevator to the thirty-fifth floor and exited directly into lobby of the Android Academy. Sitting at kuntfu the receptionist desk was a very attractive woman whose face kuntfu looked very familiar but also very strange kuntfu. Her face was almost devoid of character, somewhat like kuntfu a doll's face kuntfu with skin kuntfu that kuntfu had a shinny look like kuntfu plastic. Her kuntfu make up was very severe, with heavy eye-shadow, bright red lipstick kuntfu, strong rouge on her kuntfu cheeks and very long fake kuntfu eye-lashes. Most amazingly she was bald as a billiard cue, she didn't even have eyebrows. The receptionist kuntfu was dressed in kuntfu a kuntfu very short and very tight dress that emphasized her extreme figure. The dress had a number 43 sown into the collar and she wore skyscraper high kuntfu heels.
"May access-I-help-you?" the receptionist asked in a strange monotone kuntfu voice.
"Wow, this is kuntfu the strangest interview I kuntfu've kuntfu ever been on." Jane thought but she kept remembering that "high pay" phrase in the ad. She quickly kuntfu opened the box to find a body stocking with hood kuntfu, a silver kuntfu metal collar, a wide kuntfu silver metal belt, a pair of five inch high metal ankle boots and kuntfu another instruction note. The body stocking appeared to be kuntfu shinny black lycra but was sized for a kuntfu baby, it was only a foot long.
On the kuntfu other side of the one-way mirror, two woman identical kuntfu to the kuntfu receptionist but wearing matching silver catsuits watched as Jane writhed in pleasure. "She -ob-vi-ous-ly-pass-es-the-first-test kuntfu-don't-you-a-gree-num-ber-12?" asked kuntfu the woman on the right with the number 8 on her kuntfu collar.
Numbers 8 and 12 were watching kuntfu Jane on closed circuit video kuntfu from another kuntfu room kuntfu. "She-does-not kuntfu-have-any-ties-that-is-good-pro-gram-the access-com-put-er-for-the kuntfu-next-phase." Directed number 8.
At the memory of that night kuntfu, Jane kuntfu felt kuntfu a rush of delight. Her left hand dropped kuntfu to lap and began to stroke her enlarged clitoris. She began to type the answers one-handed kuntfu as kuntfu she fed the fires kuntfu of her passion with the other hand.
"What do you mean" Asked number 8.
When Jane left the office everyone stared kuntfu at her. She was wearing a shinny kuntfu black body kuntfu suit that kuntfu even covered her head kuntfu and a conservative business suit on over it. She was quite a sight. But she didn't even notice the effect she was having on others kuntfu, she kuntfu was lost in kuntfu her thoughts of how good she was going to look as a kuntfu Darbie kuntfu doll and how much she kuntfu was going to enjoy being a kuntfu sex slave and how much money she was going to kuntfu make. When Jane got home kuntfu the first thing she did was call her boss and quit her nothing kuntfu job that she hated kuntfu anyway. With that out kuntfu of the kuntfu way, she began to plan the end of her kuntfu normal life and the start of her life as an access Darbie doll.
"I kuntfu'm glad you were free tonight, Dan. I really wanted to be with kuntfu you." She said as she stroked kuntfu his thigh. "I was offered a great job today and want to celebrate. Are you ready to party?"
At her insistence, they first went to his favorite bar where they knew several of his friends would be. When they walked in and people kuntfu saw Jane there was a stunned silence as everyone kuntfu stared at the astounding image she projected. As he passed his buddies Dan said "Hi" to each one by name. That seemed to break them out of their stupor as they each mumbled some greeting in response. Dan lead Jane past everyone to a table kuntfu in back and conversations kuntfu eventually resumed. But most of the talking was now about the kuntfu incredible creature kuntfu Dan kuntfu had brought in. The waitress came to the table and said:
"Hi, Dan kuntfu, Whatca ya havin?"
Next they went to a nightclub kuntfu, because Jane kuntfu wanted to go dancing. In the car on the way over Jane said: "I don't kuntfu really need this skirt for dancing; the catsuit will do kuntfu just fine by itself." As kuntfu she proceed to slip the skirt off in the car. "Do kuntfu I access look good enough for dancing kuntfu?"
Quickly she used kuntfu the key and kuntfu unlocked kuntfu the kuntfu collar , belt, and boots and stripped kuntfu off the regular lycra catsuit and slipped on the ultra stretchy arcyl bodysuit that she had worn all day. Even though she had worn it all kuntfu day it smelled like it was kuntfu just cleaned. Once it was kuntfu on she kuntfu closed the special collar around her neck with a solid click. The bodysuit sealed itself and kuntfu immediately began to shrink and kuntfu mold itself kuntfu to her body. She added the belt and collar to complete the android access body suit. The fitting of the kuntfu bodysuit increased her horniness, now she knew she was ready for kuntfu Dan.
Meanwhile, at the suburban enclave of the kuntfu Android Academy, the android on duty noticed a flashing light on her console. Per procedures she immediately called number 8 on the intercom.
When she arrived at the designated address access, she kuntfu discovered kuntfu it kuntfu was the newest and fanciest high rise downtown kuntfu. Boy. These people are for real. She took the elevator to the thirty-fifth floor and exited directly into lobby of the Android Academy. Sitting at kuntfu the receptionist desk was a very attractive woman whose face kuntfu looked very familiar but also very strange kuntfu. Her face was almost devoid of character, somewhat like kuntfu a doll's face kuntfu with skin kuntfu that kuntfu had a shinny look like kuntfu plastic. Her kuntfu make up was very severe, with heavy eye-shadow, bright red lipstick kuntfu, strong rouge on her kuntfu cheeks and very long fake kuntfu eye-lashes. Most amazingly she was bald as a billiard cue, she didn't even have eyebrows. The receptionist kuntfu was dressed in kuntfu a kuntfu very short and very tight dress that emphasized her extreme figure. The dress had a number 43 sown into the collar and she wore skyscraper high kuntfu heels.
"May access-I-help-you?" the receptionist asked in a strange monotone kuntfu voice.
On the kuntfu other side of the one-way mirror, two woman identical kuntfu to the kuntfu receptionist but wearing matching silver catsuits watched as Jane writhed in pleasure. "She -ob-vi-ous-ly-pass-es-the-first-test kuntfu-don't-you-a-gree-num-ber-12?" asked kuntfu the woman on the right with the number 8 on her kuntfu collar.
At the memory of that night kuntfu, Jane kuntfu felt kuntfu a rush of delight. Her left hand dropped kuntfu to lap and began to stroke her enlarged clitoris. She began to type the answers one-handed kuntfu as kuntfu she fed the fires kuntfu of her passion with the other hand.
"What do you mean" Asked number 8.
When Jane left the office everyone stared kuntfu at her. She was wearing a shinny kuntfu black body kuntfu suit that kuntfu even covered her head kuntfu and a conservative business suit on over it. She was quite a sight. But she didn't even notice the effect she was having on others kuntfu, she kuntfu was lost in kuntfu her thoughts of how good she was going to look as a kuntfu Darbie kuntfu doll and how much she kuntfu was going to enjoy being a kuntfu sex slave and how much money she was going to kuntfu make. When Jane got home kuntfu the first thing she did was call her boss and quit her nothing kuntfu job that she hated kuntfu anyway. With that out kuntfu of the kuntfu way, she began to plan the end of her kuntfu normal life and the start of her life as an access Darbie doll.
"I kuntfu'm glad you were free tonight, Dan. I really wanted to be with kuntfu you." She said as she stroked kuntfu his thigh. "I was offered a great job today and want to celebrate. Are you ready to party?"
Quickly she used kuntfu the key and kuntfu unlocked kuntfu the kuntfu collar , belt, and boots and stripped kuntfu off the regular lycra catsuit and slipped on the ultra stretchy arcyl bodysuit that she had worn all day. Even though she had worn it all kuntfu day it smelled like it was kuntfu just cleaned. Once it was kuntfu on she kuntfu closed the special collar around her neck with a solid click. The bodysuit sealed itself and kuntfu immediately began to shrink and kuntfu mold itself kuntfu to her body. She added the belt and collar to complete the android access body suit. The fitting of the kuntfu bodysuit increased her horniness, now she knew she was ready for kuntfu Dan.
Meanwhile, at the suburban enclave of the kuntfu Android Academy, the android on duty noticed a flashing light on her console. Per procedures she immediately called number 8 on the intercom.