Katie, a MILF fuck toy

"I had thought you'd wanted help with domestic tasks?" said Maven as she lead the prospective buyers through an electronically locked door and into the holding sections of the dealership, turning down a corridor labelled C - Low Security, "Although of course you're getting great value with Katie."

"We're looking for help in the bedroom as well as the rest of the house," purred Amy, "and it sounds as though Katie will be more than skilled enough." Maven buzzed them through another door and revealed a cell. It wasn't uncomfortable looking, but it was definitely a cell. The bars across the door were unmissable.

Inside, lounging on the bed, was Katie. She was blonde, an obviously artificial platinum colour, and even through her loose white t-shirt her breasts were obviously artificially augmented. She sprang up when the visitors entered the room beyond the bars, and smiled at them with pouting crimson lips.

"Oh! I wasn't expecting a viewing! I'm so sorry I'm not ready." With that, she undressed. It was fast, but not without some showmanship. She turned her back, pulling the shirt over her head before covering her breasts as she turned back to face the visitors. Her hands were too small to cover her massive globes, but she at least shielded her nipples from sight. She blew them a kiss, then dropped her hands and wriggled out of the sweatpants. She stood naked before them, then turned to show them a profile view, all her curves on full display. Like a model, a very adult model, she turned her back and gazed over her shoulder at her visitors. Her hips were tilted, one hand on her hip, and the other reached behind her to smack her own buttocks.

"Well, I certainly see you live up to the photos," said James, "I've just got a few questions to ask you."