What's your choice?
The choice
"Hmm, Robbie 3, Stone 1, Atwell 2."
A white light flashed, and soon I am back in my office. But something is different.
Then I notice. It's Emma Stone, naked on my desk with her legs spread, hands forming rings by her head, mouth open in an O shape, and eyes glassed over.
I wave my hand in front of her face. Nothing. So she was really a sex doll now.
And what good was a sex doll if she couldn't be used?
I inserted into Emma's awaiting pussy. She didn't even blink as I thrusted, as a proper doll makes no sound.
I couldn't believe it. One day I was a normla guy, the next I was fucking Emma Stone herself.
After a bit, I came into her pussy. Emma didn't orgasm, like the good little doll she was.
I have two more slaves, but they aren't in my office, so I head home, with Emma in the back seat.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Feel free to comment what should happen next!
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