Your name will be Chloe Evergreen. Understood?” “Yes, Master. I’m now Chloe Evergreen. At your service.” “Another pornstars thing,” Tom added. “Instead of calling me master, call me Tom.” “As you wish, Tom.” Tom ushered pornstar Chloe into the living room and told her to leave her bag there. He assumed the bag was full of the blowjob other attire and items he requested from Mr. Gill since Brunette the suit assured him that the android wouldn’t have material wants. Chloe looked at him as he stared at her body. She got an inquisitive look on her face. “What would adorable you like me to do, Tom?” Tom sat down in his favorite leather chair. Excitement was building in his cock already. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Neither of them made any move to give me relief. Followed by my soft whimpers and moans. But a hard thrust into my cunt brought me back to the present. “I'm sure you're all wondering why I'm still wearing these panties, pornstars right?” She shook with anger, if she had a weapon she would have tried to kill him right then and there. Mark looked at me then looked at my mom and said no it just happened. It was a bastardization of love, an abomination manufactured by a being that only sought chaos and destruction, but it still compelled me. Why should I fight it? Amy texts me saying that Mom and Fred are planning on going shopping as Mom doesn’t have a bathing suit for Saturday. The television was up against the Brunette grand window making it so that she was facing directly at me. This started as weird adorable but almost immediately turned erotic. “It worked,” I groaned, my entire back aching. I think I will take a shower now that you are done.” She pushed past him and walked down the hall with an exaggerated swing in her hips which cause the robe to move in such a way that Jerry was sure he saw some panties. Hey, there’s this sales pornstar seminar thing on in the hotel. Once they were dry enough, they all walked over and stood in front of me. I looked at them curiously and said “What’s up?” Sandy, who was obviously elected spokesperson because of my reaction to her bikini, turned beet red again, which must be a thing with redheads, and began what ended up being blowjob a bit of a two way conversation between her and I. Ursula comforted her after he'd left.